The Eternity Door
Poems remain forever unfinished, only to be completed by each new reader - Dan Eric Slocum
Thursday, December 22, 2011
the sweet bird is singing
must be honey in my mouth
so sweet, and I love it.
(but as daily sustenance?)
this is the weight I carry; the albatross of my lifetime.
no more
too much, too sweet
(brain on the very brink)
can this little taste of arsenic in sour milk
save me from myself?
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