letter from memphis
notes, rambles, and rhymes
Wednesday, January 22, 2003
once time fell
and in the early we rang through
trees not noisy we are
dancing windless milky brain
with spin planet collide in eyes
space high we fly
flat plastered to sticky sky
floating stuck
and ride against night
on black
bareback
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