Saturday, August 30, 2014

More lectures on black holes.

Ghosts of birds in morning trees
hide with love in a swarm of bees
thoughts of flowers overgrown
with trashcans and sno-cones
wishing once more to see the sun
snap bang the sound of a gun
discontent is the autumn of this wood
i am the spring
and i would if i could.

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