posted by Cathy @ 9:17 AM
Sunday, May 21, 2006
testing - can you find me - the scent of lilies, a small room, a single bed, a silent buddha. in the end it all comes to a small hard egg of doubt. you are brittle and will waver. let it be known i love. you are the lily so fragrant my child. get me to nunnery.
a personal notebook of poetics, incomplete, mutations, repeating themes. I am interested in re-mixing language for the sake of quirks and traits, and just because, all works happily in constant progress.
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