April 19, 2011 § Leave a comment

Yes, there are boundaries. There are moments, which sustain and others that shatter.
Yes, there are borders, maintained in connivance.
Yes, my curtains, which cover my blind do not quite.

Yet, your presence absolves.
In assonance, rhythmic convulsions,
in form, I absolve.

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