in the end, we're
always getting back
by line, by spiral
time takes time
to return to the tale
the silence after the ending
is the silence before we began
the quiet, merged in the middle
held in the bosom
of the telling
through which the red paint
bled
the one stitch
ran
Wednesday, December 2, 2015
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