Wednesday, July 27, 2016


The man with no fingers wrote fine, tiny lines
That the man with no visions alone could see.

The woman who combed her hair through her fingers
Read apocryphal texts she alone could read.

The child with a heart consuming his liver
Imagined his dreams and then cried them to sleep.

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