Tuesday, April 1, 2014

CACHET

Oh pale 
shy and far-feeling

circle of sun—there 
are days

when you strike one 
as little

more than just 
painted-on—

seeming to 
while so 

abstrusely away 
on this 

two dimensional drop-
ceiling of heaven 

with no real 
immediate

pull of your own—
your mauve-

colored morning 
light clapped

dimly up in thick 
clots of grey 

pigments—in fact
it's like 

you're only 
last-minute—pinned up

or plastered 
to the set—simply

for the sake 
of day-

to-day
continuity.

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