The Cybercades Project
R/e-cycling in modern Territories
Friday, 20 February 2009
Rose of the winds
He touched me
so I rose
to his comand
I live to know
the pearl and weed
developed in the sea
his boundless breast
the silenced streams
fresh breath
of higher air
permitted now
transforms my face
to tenderness
and awe
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