I refused him the keys
not knowing how to be older than 13
I gambled with not getting older than 13
not knowing how sheer the face was
I let the mountain slide by indestructible and complete
not knowing the finality the rush the slam of inertia
I dreamed I was a fish in the air
not knowing the cyborg touch of […]
Filed under: Paul Pearson by akublik Date 15 November, 2007
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sideways six hours
from noon this light this late
fall sunset lasts half
the day
to the careless eye
everything is brown but
smaller spectrums catch
the sun pushing through thickening
air in tricks of gold, amber,
copper
in the city
we don’t notice the sun
all light is street
light interstitial and weak
mountains are wired with a switch
between the binaries I’ve never
seen the red in your hair […]
Filed under: Paul Pearson, Writing the Land by akublik Date 9 October, 2007
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