Thursday, April 15, 2010



What you do,
regular work or activity you take on.

How you keep busy.
The things you do as light dwindles.

The state you remain
in, held in by the shores of movement,

skin. The act of possessing
a place, of staying within it. The process

of holding down
space, of being held, so filled with an idea

that your mind
swarms with tenants, humming, a bee hive.

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