that runs along the lines, bright


as beasts’ eyes. The rubble splays to dust:
as beasts’ eyes. The rubble splays to dust:
city, book, bed, leaving my ear’s lust
city, book, bed, leaving my ear’s lust
saying like Molly, yes, yes, yes O yes. (Josephine Jacobsen)
saying like Molly, yes, yes, yes O yes. (Josephine Jacobsen)

2 responses to “that runs along the lines, bright”

  1. i seen alota rocks, but never one like that beast eye, which took your eagle eye to find it to show it to us. i’m exceedingly lucky to have so much of my life be rocks and sky. but, hon, you sure do up it several notches with your gathering of images (and poetry) i wouldnt see even when i’m staring at it all. that’s what i thank you for every day.

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