to jim- morrissoned mornings
abstract doors winding around truth pavillions
iced-cold dawns
snowed
winter of poetic truth deparment of humanity
poems in the space above stone-cool rock stools
voice of radioed silence
stopped wind
change of beings into becoming light of life
drunk orcours of life boat on
edge of home on cloud departmentof poetic sailing ahead
music of the deepest silence surfing on wavy truth theatre.
nyein way
(18th street art centre, Los Angeles,2008)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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