a snow of butterflies : texticity

by Tomorrow's Man

February 27, 2006

Today a day I feel like temperature precipitate.
Today a day I feel like boneless marrow outdoors.
Today a day I feel like what the priest left behind.
Today a day I feel like the unbegun breath.
Today a day I feel like half of a wink.
Today a day I feel like pages of a novel torn vertically.
Today a day I feel unsung, and silent.

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