Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Po' tree

Letting old ghosts float away into the nuance that creates our future; captured by robots.
Sifting through the ashes of grief and turmoil; cleaning the bong water.

Memories that bring sweet nostalgia to the tip of my tongue; blueberries.
Folded again in the piles of laundry; oral traditions from dirty minds.


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