orgami's Diaryland Diary

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Copulant slew
shards of sunlight
thrown
in the muscle of movement

words are cheap
and you beg questions
the simple machine of
logic moves like
fulcrum keystone
like fingertouch keypad
pressure grams

rustle says the night
and Sparkle emotes
Jupiter Jubilant and Joyous
she is embroidered there
on the thick deep with
pewter threads of the finest
qaulity

I could lay here on the cold
clay death of ground
letting the spirit of leaves
bounce over me

the rattle of purpose in the
blind hedges

the clouds come out and swallow
the visions
and wind whips this long hair
I fashion about

time for dreams
restless in this
turbulence
there is something
in the air....

6:07 p.m. - 2010-10-27

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