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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