"Unconscious Mutterings #168 On 4/23/06"
- Rising :: in a web of love, the
- Third :: eye knows,
- Disruptive :: willows crowd the seams,
- Surround :: the river of desire
- Distant :: as ice in July. Hear the sullen
- Suction :: of their kiss?
- Fried :: moths litter the streets, hollow
- Nuggets :: of lust and parchment.
- Clip :: my wings and still I'll fly.
- San Antonio :: sails on, wails on the filaments of the net.
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