oh melting page
beneath my hand
oh melting
stars streaming out
above me
my ink is made of
clouds
oh melting air
beneath my head
oh dream melting
into the atmosphere
of a room where...
flowers breathe
unseen
let me transfix your
goldenness and
your weeping
in this frail moment of rest
oh shore melting into
the sea of this distress:
more is the quantity
I cannot give beyond
the song melting into your gaze
your light that will melt again
from my sad visionary field
this soon
mary angela douglas 5 october 2007
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