the world has come full oval,
an egg on the always verge of hatching.
Maria walks once more
beneath a window barely lit
in the frail haze of august.
perhaps a mission of dominance
in the thoughts that plagued us so:
the octopus has eight tenacities,
only one can choke a dream.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
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