Wednesday, July 18, 2007


Only in nothingness there is unity.
Here the off-ramp loops around.

Only beneath a glass does a butterfly
become a sepulcher of wings.

Only in the quiet of my living room
does night air breathe pagan song.

1 comment:

Bob said...

hello, writergrll...

can you record this poem for i-Outlaw (, my audio poetry show?

let me know when you get a chance: bmarcacci AT gmail DOT com...

thanks and take care...

Bob Marcacci