the agrarian grey that woke me up like a fog

March 19, 2009

morning blackness then pinprick of awareness

pulls through walls

bones move to spark the flesh

breath breathe and air enters head

stretch of 15 days ahead

see same flat drive to sad place singing

coalblack dreams subsist against frozen plastic cans

food and teeth flourescent salmon yellow bacteria silver green

men came jobs loading wooden crates into english marches

morning driving home to sunlit bath wake for an hour

sit there among strings and cords

sit there papers up to waist

then filled word to key against boundary packed in styrofoam

seeing shapes everywhere shapes of everything everywhere repeated

seeing  everywhere shapes repeating everything

pulled grey from walls to lungs to fill

deep farmer greyed tending

the crop of stillness

puddle grey metal brown from shapes flat hedge of directions

way to find a way left maps of recursion

once through this grey left smeared like an oil sheet stretching out

fingers took the floor

for feeling of the cold in the dark

seeing space expand and contract

once space will contract again and leave this place

once the space taken out will expand again

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