Satin eyesight, covering images of silken lace,
holding together, puzzles of our life on edges
of paradise.
Folding memories in drawers of linen as we
progress from day to night.
Interjecting acquiescence into patterns,
blossoming towards words in melodic prose.
(7: 47 p.m. - 12/12/08)
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