logomachy

First voice, sun climb, funny.. we just saw it

close I feel. She listens to each song, tells

me she likes. She could be lying, I wouldn’t

care. Roll through hours with more revolution–

Rebuilt. Notes reread.. maybe another

book. Not a character, a key.. 4ME.

Keep checking for new lines, can’t decide if

I’m hooked or set. Same? See what she thinks, what

she knows. She started this all. Different, hill to floor.

Her shoulders, made same as legs, with other

shades, strokes. I just stare, wish I could shoot, but

she deserves appreciation. Not the

trivial. She’s above cameras, lenses,

any end frame. Nothing wrong with dazing, as I see.

(5/7/13)

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