Sunday, November 8, 2009



White music before
I was born.

I never see the sun
go down.

Once it slips below
the thin line of horizon

it settles within my body -
glowing, empty.


To know the moon
you must learn the taste
of your own tongue.

To know the ocean
you must give birth
a thousand times, and still
admit you know nothing.

To know the wind
you must embrace all
your cycles - going, going, going...

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