Thursday, March 31, 2011

And Athens Was Full of So Many Sounds

Heart haloed in its own breath pressed up against the window will
see: Something: Enshrined imaginations, taken form from
wave-water coursing like oceans from caves of mouths open: waters,
not-fresh not-salty waters. The echoes of everything
interfere, producing power or killing each other. I have heard
a great light.