Saturday, April 2, 2016

Susan Hawthorne #93 nine matrices

over tongues
come honeyed words
words are sweet
the liquor strong
they forget what they have said
nine daughters of memory
nine of forgetting

after nine days
and nine nights
the universe comes into being
nine mothers
nine matrices
each carrying a string bag
wandering through timespace


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