Tuesday, March 15, 2011

In The Airy Heavens Comments

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Castles underneath the penumbras of waves:
Little school kids looking up into a bouquet of their graves:
Waves of fire, running like horses,
Like drinks in the single hands of lonely men going down,
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Robert Rorabeck

Robert Rorabeck

Berrien Springs
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