Movement
A lifetime of flotation,
a journey of rotation.
Glance at the glasses case and sigh.
Drawing the picture of a patterned sky is never easy as much is subject to change.
Reflex action shaped by the stone. No bone can taunt an eroded chamber.
Count the seaweed then clap.
In a large voice call to the blue mountain.
JADED.JUMPING.JOB
Copyright © Taoi Chanan | Year Posted 2012
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