Monday, March 8, 2010

Black Copper

The blood of spring

The smell of love

The hope of youth

Is forever

I grasp at constants

And breathe the black

Clothing in copper

This air is breath

This air is black

This air is copper

This copper is black

This copper is breath

This breath is black

This breath is youth

This love is breath

This blood is copper

The blood of spring

The blood of love

The blood of youth

The blood of hope

The breath of spring

The death of breath

The love of blood

The spring is forever…

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