jars
of green
glowing silver-blue,
overflowing,
flowing into the sink,
circling down,
counterclockwise
into the disposal
little beings
of sun-stricken grief,
struck to heart by
desire to see
the sun that has
given us energy
and a hand up the puppet's
neck to belief;
the star-blue star wreck
of impossible broken heart healings;
lift color to a new zone --
zone of evolutionary knowing.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
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