Wednesday, January 15, 2014

PLATO MIGHT'VE HAD IT UPSIDE DOWN—

Because—god!—there's been 
some cold

early mornings! when
I've thought

in the dark—that
I might 
only know 

how to love
the unlimited—

touch
and smell
and sight—of such

coarse!
and corn-
stenchy

brownness!—
that's
somehow

instantiated—down there, some-
where,
spread vaguely across

the endless-
ly ill-

defined 
top—
of its dog.

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