January 17, 2017 at 8:22 pm Leave a comment


when the crystal flowers grew
we were uncertain what to do.
ah, but when they cut us:
we smashed them.






  • I can maybe comment tomorrow.  Then again, perhaps never.  Remember Nero? this was written in late 1976.

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