15 September 2007


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One more cigarette, three then,
While the shadows stand still as the sun
Still as dark flakes of stone
Not strewn but solid blots of earth worn through the pavement--
Unlike my sensorium cruelly curling as the smoke,
Finding motion in the still air,
Disyielding in its unweighted nature:

Not without the earth but woven in,
With, of, notion and light.


3 comments:

backpakker said...

Unlike my sensorium cruelly curling as the smoke,
Finding motion in the still air
- Great imagery . I can almost visalise it

mark said...

thanks b-p... back from your travels?

backpakker said...

Yes..jet lagged still .