she's over there with her head bowed
using a broken shard of pyrex
to skin a fallen dog
and as her purply moistened fingers
commence to dancing on and on
i'm reminded of the vortex ever-winding

so weighs eternity
so weighs love
so weighs eternity
so weighs love

each must nimble be own minds it
not seeching and not rhyme not
seal effacement, speak in riddles
she's not distracted
perfect line unfolding flesh deliver ripe divine unending fingers
hec ta lay cipher

chose boldly
whose entrance?

© 1995 GNILSONGS

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