our notes...

meng faher

http://menglesh.blogspot.com/

as the notes unfold, unnote their rhymes..
im playing them over and over as they left my head....
each winding turn which they seem to have told, makes me stare down towards my knees...then on to the bottom and count my
toes...as they juggle with the sands of time..

they will buckle across the line to where these new rhymes ripple through

nothing talks me off the cliff like your breeze

books, staggered in story, on shelves worked by an uncategorized symbolism

my eyes cant shut down the loud words you spoke to me...

paper which I soak with ink, from pens, wanting to say all of their best words...

Im lost today, when I search for how you spell our words...they bounce inside my head but land quite meaningless...