diurnālis
January 14, 2012
the calm
I will let you off me
like a tear, like water
drops down the drip tip, into the dirt
where things lie buried,
and into the air and into the dirt and
into the air; your words go as far as
oceans and you mean no more at all
than the breath of me.
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