Wednesday, January 5, 2011


by Gideon Burton

A liquid in the liquid, flow on flow
on gossamer, the dark and cooling milk
the ponds and syllables of winding silk
the current's currency and what it knows
of dissolution, hot and fainting snow
of disaffections, loose and layered silt,
a ribboned helix, smoke and softened guilt,
some distillation of the planet's glow
along meridians and waning primes,
the transpositions sifted in our slowed
orations, menial and thickly wet--
The liquid's liquid, moistening the time
in lapping paradoxes crudely mowed
in patterns too resilient to forget.

Photo: flickr - M. Christian

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