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Friday, April 29, 2011

This is how I'll write the multi-verse of you's (a love poem)

I’m in the simplest
super-position

Zero and one

knowing these many
weathered worlds of me

Strangling cloud and drunken sun

are faced with flip-books
flapping startling expressions

A dropped lip and picked-upon eyes

as each tries not to let varying
beauty-scars overwhelm me

Forest lost in ash and beige fields waving for hands

They’ll collapse into a single here-
when my I’s observe in unison

Giving back to sticky roads and taken by stubbly plains

the then-where I can convince you there's a we
calling to those countless shades of me.
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