Categories: uncategorized
Date: 12 May 2003 23:00:00
plainchant seeps me in (the layers
imagine me (unchallenging) and close)
across town (the traffic is heavy tonight)
there is a feeling of the ancients
(my accents have yet to clarify) beneath
a moon that has not yet begun to remember
(the rabid girl, red hair and rain clouds,
is courteous but unintelligable)
i have read the portents - perhaps
the sky is not so sure