Monday, August 29, 2005

the world was a quiet map
we took gasoline and burned
away the fences, leaving charred
posts and cooling barbwire

we swam in the streams
and ran in the fields
the whole earth was opened up
and we looked at the silent bones

when the stars came out
we turned our faces upward
we stretched out on the grass
and watched the cold fire of space

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