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Last updated: 05/20/2008 10:50 PM
Snail

The summer day is a sacred shame;
Naked, bearing infinite skies, and
more light than our bodies could hold
without flaring away...

So in the day, our eyes are barely open...

The day won't let us keep, the impossible
delight of their secret, that timid snail
which must crawl back now,
retrace its glistening trail
to where the Earth
once opened for us.

That cool requiem of pasts
where secrets thrive
in dry, fateless comfort... 

Eternal dusk of a few early stars,
and a slight moon drying after
a noon-tide wash...

Inchoate desires,
and the bold, everlasting
right of inaction..

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