This place matters

This place matters

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Univocalic Verse

It isn't right

I sing with him
I sin within his skin
I will sit, if winding winds wish in kind
I will, with him, climb wild in dim night
It isn't right.
In his dim within, in his thin wisps
Will I wish his whims.

Wait for it, it'll come to you.

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