Friday, March 23, 2007
For Now
"Every step is move move moving me up"
~ Arthur Russell
Sense me not dear one hear me
Up to channel mold mulled loam loan high
Degrees sing a color not for the eyes
Alone the spine rambles rumbling what
A brain became this clearing like
Open notes tones in space an end to
Each instrument begins like this
--outmoded
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