16 March 2008


542
The firstling of my heart unstay my hand
To blood the invaliant rose;
And in my oversaying eye,
Decarnadine this salt pricklet.
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Poor soul, two selves in one:
2PM other may note a day moon--
An interior quality sees the sun.



4 comments:

p.s. said...

this is beautiful and quite sad. i think i understand it. i feel like this more than sometimes...

mark said...

thanks, p, as always

a said...

yes it is sad. but i like it too.

mark said...

thanks, a.