| all you solipsists all you solipsists
Tree trunks erupt along these unlit side streets,
cat's-eyes flare bright beneath the branches
that moments ago had neither height nor
breadth, I inhale a carcinogenic breath as I
see an uncarved corner of this city create
itself as I round a corner I have never rounded
before. And what is more: candles and bulbs
burn and buzz on windowsills, the night is still,
Parkland Dr. is newborn on a peaceful night,
so I stay by its cradle until I turn right, and
find myself back on the length of Anderson Mill.
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Last edited by Jeffrey; 02-20-2007 at 01:06 AM.
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