Inventor

Posted on February 21, 2013 by

Lines attest the written
Equally beautiful equally strange

A nakedness so religiously
Transporting objects in the dark

Theology coming down sunlike
Above the poems

Where flowers rush
Reviving each stem to rise

About Mari

There is a worn grain embedded in this fabric longing to be read.
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