March 2008
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“Even the articulate or brutal sounds of the globe must be all so many languages...”
– St. Paul
Mar 19th
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I Write.
I write in response to the words of others. My madness is not self conspired, it breeds With the connective nature of this world. Your feet speak to me in two-step forward Patterns; and their counter. I dance with you In the silent recess of a girl’s voice projecting Her eyes upon the world.
Mar 19th