Sunday, November 30, 2008

post-modern butterflies.

Oh, to be fluent in some prehistoric language.

Maybe then I could speak my heart.

Never to stumble over crumbling eggshells

or

drop from enormous boxes of metal in the sky.
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1 comment:

Emily said...

interesting. we've both been thinking about the limitations of language lately.

December 5, 2008 at 9:34 AM

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