Thursday, June 01, 2006

leg jot

I wanted to be felt by a sea change. For it to harness, meld me, control me. Purple sprouts sway and sprinkle with the air. You and I (no one) are made a part. Death to each season while bugs bite at spikes. Relentlessly {illegible} something {illegible}.

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