Sunday, February 27, 2011


I desired a space.
What is a face?
Am I fractal image
of a reflected sign?
A signal spotted
off to the left of the tower
and I froze
but you drove me
out of this world
beyond my mind's
If it had not been for you
or for this evening
a sound would not
have been heard.
In a single season
an assassin is deleted
by their own gun.
Did you know I was here for you
long before?

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