Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Deaf Noise



Eye fly's the blinking sound of stick a stale bread to tears on the sheds that duck to feather,
may the goose pebble a lump of swan to swim the phlegm of Humanities flew,
fish on the breadth of basking Suns on dried beaches died red with light,
the wash of waves that shore to sides an Earth on the planets lathe with sonar to the slide.

Each soaked sand stone touching the ever last ankle stream Talk Mi a brook to soft language,
as the rustle of a salts sleep gathers to the peppering seed will Mustard ketchup to may owe neighs,
creek found on shedding waist know the trembling dollar dice that rush of dancing breath,
trees that timber lumber lines shell the groves forest bored without the line on redwoods sound??

True direction coral base on the settle of the conch is the snail homers trail to simplify the journey's trace,
does deep bare depth of oceans left is the dry sand at swept to razors wall on cutting spice,
is the rain not small to snow method flakes to drops of died in the midst of Earths dead blues,
does the canyon on the raft drift to mountains left in made by skirts of mud clay bathing bones,
saw gnaw of the fossils shelf driven said to cliffs of notes that sit to Wells the sample of life's dead??

Provisions stable quilted cover the bearer of a hot steam store say hello my friend in cried Volcano bloods a dark tread sky,
lifting staff of center globe to water shower of clouds on heard is the thunder light,
a drumming melt booming stretch across the sphere of heavys dust so deaf the drowning mirror,
the quest of a planetary movements wrest.

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