Summary: This poem came out of a wholly different intention...I wanted to write about the idea that there are two of me, one of which is not the one I am, for better or worse, and such...and this is the best, and possibly only way, to express the strange energies of that thought.
Monday, 12 April 2010
Short, Untitled Poem: "Dawn, asleep in the fog of the trees and sounds"
Dawn, asleep in fog of the trees and sounds, far away, of
a dump truck and a car horn
Catching quickly clashing together for some reason or another,
And another me stands there, out there, where the sunlight is not yet;
Wondering. The morning comes, the grass spiders weave
the dawn flows to the left,
Catches on an Easterly breeze,
And wakes up. The noon
Si Vales, Valeo
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