Tuesday, March 03, 2009


this experience constitutes a world

The crystal sand in the stained
dwells within the snail's memory
of the castaway
who walked on his head.

yet again in the space
between the quietude of play
and the quotidian
worm mold, he scribbles
on Egyptian papyrus
an anecdote of a black
that fetches an artifact
of glued feathers
and glittering leviathan bones.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

You see you say such simple things in such a way, that makes it more beautiful with each read (this is my fifth)and I have learnt a new word 'quotidian' *dance*