Dawn Matheson
There is a line that bleeds as it walks.
Guelph, ON, Canada (43.5448048, -80.2481666)
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There is a white line that bleeds as it walks
Into a black soon grey
That makes a sound like this:
Swish swish.
And pools and purls and pools
Until no line is left
Except the red line between two hearts that pulls
Into a beat soon song
That makes a sound like this:
Suck suck.
And booms and blends and booms
Until no line is left
Except the green line that leads to a forest you walk
Into your body soon earth
That makes a sound like this:
Swoosh swoosh.
And buds and blooms and buds
Until no body is left.
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