Tuesday, September 13, 2011

A drop that made me a sky
The dust that made me an arm
Within me the whole that came about
The head that then rolled
The sorrows and the care
A limited adjunct could be
dropped
The mind now rested on the top
The child in it restless and its
love wet like a lake
The voice was silent
So silent, when the drop
that made me a sky.

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