

Buxom Winter TreesIn the quiet, Cold teeth sink slowly into wet snow, and crunch. The sound of icy steel Denting wet wood echoes, and fathers tree yields. The first fingers reach out with excitement, numb and reminiscent. Smoking with veneration.Buxom Winter Trees
Honey. Each time, it flowed like honey. The red fingers Were coated and bound together, bringing buxom form and looking of birth!
From the distant eastern hills, Westward over the soft, cool ground, through the dirt yard Where the old water glazed red wheelbarrow lay Like the coated fingers in contentment, and
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SMATNFSThe rain had not come for a long time. The dusty trees drank deeplySMATNFS
And the shriveled buds unfurled lachrymose banners, Spilling water quietly in the dark.


Light PoemsSun- A coiled and twisted brass wire hanging in dead space.Light Poems
Beams of light- Cello strings, lacerating flesh, latticing the air
Illumination in an iris- A burning serpent of copper, proud and stately.
(so, they're just some notes of mine, wanted to see what you guys thought.)
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