Friday, December 23, 2011

Wrinkles

Dribble from bee-stung lips
Spout plastic remembrances of what we were
Desperately cling
To mummified memories
Forever haunted

Nuke it!
Turn loose a hurricane!
Shake and quake it to rubble!

Dust settles
Into light and shadow
Space and time
Form and movement
Dimension
Cycles and circles
Imagination.

Embrace wrinkles.

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