Friday 30 March 2012
Lost fingers
I've lost my fingers
In a hall of echoes
Things are sent
Through the air
And are set
In metaphor
Filtered amidst
The tidal soup
Somewhere between
My frontal lobe
And the white, infinite rectangle
.
Sunday 25 March 2012
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