Tuesday, April 13, 2010

In a jar on the shelf.

behind the glass
he could almost make it out

the figure was organic
distorted and imprecise

shaped through
opalescent translucence

he could almost trace
the curves and bends

his eyes moistened to the light

his fingers barely
glanced the surface

cool to the touch
the camber wavered softly

convex like his chest
it was a blockade

though at times
with perfect earthly glow

deconstructed
like an apparition in sunlight


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