Tuesday, 23 November 2010


this is my place
the damps leaves
gold red bright yellow
the light is diffused

the brittle air
so pure
after heavy noxious summer
i spell the name of god with my breath
wolves and bears and buried treasure.

the empty chattering seems ridiculous here
the solemnity of a silent earth...

i walk along an avenue of trees
and see myself in a painting
every atom vibrating
i'm walking deep into the future
every step a hundred years...

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