tonight, to stand and see people dance in the sky.
before that, to take pictures and start the leaving document.
i will speak encryption with tiny keys. my tongue a salt lick--the animals come rushing.
you sleep in your reinvented wheel and when sound goes out it will beat against something until it has no energy left. a stripped barrier.
2 comments:
Hi Tony Mancus:
I like your line in this poem juxtaposing encryption with tiny keys/tongue as a salt lick. You use many terrific images. I have put a link to your blog on my blog: http://gideonsockpuppet.blogspot.com/
Dr Sock
Thank you for your words! I will return the favor. (I missed the weekend's posts so I'm going to have to do some kind of calisthenics.)
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