Feel free to comment in any way you wish, responding to the picture or the poem or both in matrix; the mere meditations are helpful to my creative enterprise.repose..vulnerability, all this in a pinkness speaks to me
dehatted, without claws, not even prickled by a dull wind
you're exposed, like this photograph, to the world
introduced to a knife at birth
long shuffling halls, nuns or whitehatted syringe-carriers
smells like plastic or starched blankets
you must feel the pavlovian draw of these things
like a string tied around the cool monasterial moon
the capital of a vine is a fine bell dome,
descended by gravity's thrall;
your fields are reaped,
the last is winter's withdrawal
Thank You.
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