Morphing Verse

I try to write poems.

Sunday, August 17, 2014

At our desks and the professor
says Huizinga's cane factory, be
the process om
shanti, glaze

word
to confection, clouds

of it to perfume
with a moment's burn, heap
lest they notice, the arid

riverbed.
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