TAME
hanging or what is the cliff
meaning is my happy
a rainbow i say sun or who rains me
& change light from see to distant chime
growth in a feeling a universe
the magic that makes me dance
i am a liver or move a stormy beach
the crush of relaxed air
small shakes & situations of yr voice
calling me the patient star death
or beautiful gnarl trunk & root & olive
i am squeeze me w all yr strength
i am a smoke a trail to the gold mountains
i can't live here w you i assume
afraid of disappearing
of being the smallest sound
02 December 2012
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