"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Jangling Dissonance.

My heart
is built
from the bottom up
with jangling dissonance.
I feel only
flowing harmony
when we are one.
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"Write with our backs to the wind and our faces to the hard, bleaching sun."

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