clear jams

By | 1 March 2015
I saw the polygons of autumn
twist and burn in the light
as continents
the slowest edge
of a waterfall

clouds frozen in mud
i do not forget

i will put bees in a glass hive
my face will change

snow is falling on the map
a thousand iterations
turning their eyes
to set out

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