Tree Line

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eagleyez
eagleyez
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The gates of wrath
Some powerful wine
Made under tenderfoot and
Danced down Blake alleys
Visioned beneath Satori storms
And nuzzled between informations.

Oh chest
Oh eyes
Ribs
Thighs-

Crumbled, we
Became
Pillars
Ashed
Up
In
Tiny mountains.

Sacred, those
Mounds
Your
Holy
Timberline.


eagleyez
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Maria2394Maria2394over 20 years ago
okay ee

heres what you gonna have to do...write more!! more, this is beautiful

AngelineAngelineover 20 years ago
A beautiful paradox

of simple form and brevity juxtaposed with a complexity of images--vision and revelation, nature and desire, distance and intimacy. Write more. Post more. Even if they're not about um you know...