miércoles, 30 de diciembre de 2009

Blake's Spirit

Blake returned to the grave (home).
(What home, Blake?)

I am in the area of January, O's time.
There isn't white snow, there's a wind that speaks tongues.
And a fire in your heart that is saying: "Don't miss this, up-in-the-air, in and out."

What does that mean, Blake?

In-and-out-of-what?

I haven't witnessed it
And with whatever comes along, I don't want your shoes to lose that shine.
Your spirit should be fine with it.

But: there's a cat buried around here, can-you-catch-the-smell?
What if this cat (assuming there is one) is found through sacred summons?

I couldn't bear the thought.

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