Tuesday, March 9, 2010

A Tabernacle for the Sun

It is morning.
Books surround my bed.
No. Books are my bed.
The clicking of the keys
-My morning soundtrack
I am in a cage.
The sun is watching,
Rising ever higher.
It sings a tune.
Psalm 19.
Finals.


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  1. HopeMarch 9, 2010 at 1:15 PM

    oooh! love your Ikea curtains! also like your poemy thing

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