the cactus journals
Saturday, January 22, 2011
cement
laying on my pillow
eyes closed
the voices are deep
the voices seep in.
the rain season.
steaming brazil,
and a canopy of wilderness.
misty rivers curve carvings into the land
chasing
its streaming tail.
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