towards, to words

red eyes alone in his fire shirt, summer dazed from little fires blazed.

a song

boy cries, wolf

wolf wise, boy

boy flies wolf

and wandered through the professor houses whispering in growing garden. talk of temples with cobras in each corner. overwired but not overheating. breath retreat. the long evenings.


the base desires. the monastery. the story feeling rough drafts.

the going past.


~ by sidereal on August 2, 2010.

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