Sunday, 30 December 2012

from the inside of the follow on piece to the previous post

My unexpected alone only suffers being I.
I’m keep writing and...
Feels, saw, looked, could rock face stare back;
its it open the a sky;
the children sat seeing there from worldless the cries here,
not red fire in voices: a the from inside everywhere.
Clock the in numbers, my been world if me part the these distant visible don’t spent simple.
Loss, mostly astonishing, says matter heart.
A I my these betrayed nothing now the see vacant light years.

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