orgami's Diaryland Diary

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D O W N FA L L O W

No arms
no place
no home

and the tide of night
rises and swallows
ecliptic standard
of light

how it is
this dreamtime
this hollow time

slipshadow wealth
in poverty heart

feel the static
between our words
crisp

jump like a spark
when we break
to speak

all the juxtoposition
as we fit ourselves

match to match

and the snow falls
collecting in our
shadows
growing soft
and light.....

12:15 p.m. - 2010-11-20

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