Gabriel Dash Collected
Verse over five decades and counting...
Wednesday, March 04, 2009
These Severed Words
These severed words
snapped by distinction
leak into whispers
of plaintive mist
revolving like a kettle
on the rim of emotion
where dreams bear grudges
and winds sweep clean
the vision of the deep
enclosure
the foreign blaze
2/09
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