donderdag 21 maart 2013


crumbs yawning in the
bathroom going like 
this and this was
it you was it murder
like Zola or like

subtract construct
a fountain spring
floating looming
through the house
going going forth
even in the smallest
of minds is a tree 
being being
cut by you the
woman with the
shiny limbs shiny
in the dim glory

go squirrels running
vertically in the
night the villagers
hear the crackling

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