Extrication
I tangled with the world to let it go but couldn't face it: so I made words to wrestle in my stead and went off silent to the quick flow of brooks, the slow flow of stone. by A. R. Ammons Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, April 12, 2010
Breaking Out
I have let all my balloons aloose what will become of them now pricked they will show some weight or caught under a cloud lack ebullience to feel through but they are all let loose yellow, red, blue, thin-skinned, tough and let go they have put me down I was an earth thing all along my feet are... Sign in to see full entry.