Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Icing the Shadows

Screen of dreams

exhale light

inhale night

supple as a lung.

It's only sunset

smoking a huge cigar.

Who

shouts

"cinema,

thief of exits!"

Carpet has a sound

is a dwarf

who needs some realism.

Orphan of speech,

said the waves, these

tears are all yours.

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