Monday, December 26, 2016

9020. THE RANDOM HEART HAS AN ISLAND POST

THE RANDOM HEART 
HAS AN ISLAND POST
Beneath every motion is the intimation of
a move : nothing happens without a prior
reflect. That silver coating on the mirror's
back, now peeling, seems to change
everything. In the small room, some
listless light dangles from a cord. The
edge of a frayed thought, barely
carrying light at all.

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