Sunday, November 10, 2013

Realigning

The world turns on its axis
its bent axis
its very own 33 and a half degrees

A call for realignment
axis and allies?
realigned along the lines of paper cracks and coverings
along the lines of tenderness

Facing the sun
Signalling readiness
The first rays kiss the waves
orange glow searing through, a new day.

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