on the inside of your outside is where the fog is written in mad-waves that move in the same motions as the earth with it's turning over and turning around gray as storm clouds and mighty as your hurricane-wind-eyes that move me with thoughts turned on turned in turned around and back to dust to re-evolve (revolve) perfect as aging sea turtles.

2004-10-22 | 5:40 p.m.
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