Tuesday, May 1, 2018

10,781. SOME ARE WINDOWS

SOME ARE WINDOWS
In the inquiry of another time, 
the idea of nature went seeking :
Life was alive. The tree crawled
with snakes, and one after another
they picked their lunge. Like a 
newer form of water, into the 
veins of men only seeking blood. 
Some are windows. Some are doors. 
That's how the transformation occurs.

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