Some we know more of than ourselves
for we have held them,
measuring the space of their life in a breath.
Some we know only of:
A distant glowing city may be spotted by its smoke,
like exhaling winter onto a pane of lighted glass.
Your body is a warm furnace seen through a window.
The more the words, the less the meaning, and how does that profit anyone?
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
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