Monday, March 15, 2010

Punctured Time

Into the fog
the ghost of the sky
we ride
to the white light

bleached bones
and parched steel
as punctured time
as stabbing space

into the fields
the apparitions of land
we pursue the blindness
and deprivation

oh, the children!

leave the fires
cherish the dreams
leave the blind
puncture time

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