We are ignoble beasts, humanity, moving further and further away from the inevitable chaos we create, while drawing it to us as a blanket or flag of redemption to bring us warmth. The warmth promised by an embrace, a handshake or the thermal dynamics which sets the entire chaotic action into motion. No transfer is without heat, no human interaction is without chaos.
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Slip of Moon
Over the trees, a slip of moon
Under the stars, a slip into cold grass
Swaddled in denim, lips slip apart.
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