After Beo Dao
Darkness is a
door which allows
the saint to
draw near.
My hand, like
an old key,
has memorized
the lock. The
dead snorkel
underground in
search of air.
A snowstorm's
butterflies cling
to the window.
Saturday, January 19, 2013
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