vestibules of whitish smoke hoarse flourish
which separates light from darkness, and day and night
where life is to tank glass - passing glimpse
second-class hundred shmeliny buzz NGR
forget about the little death watch it fall
marble expanse of the sky and cuts in the pines
tsedi from the thick silence without sleep , without account
tea in the cup holders of guilt ... but on the fourth
descend without feeling the bottom of the shade - shade ...
Things to God in four days ... with the blessing
response to the verse http://www.poetryexperiment.com/2010/10/25/8710