a cycle song

2013-12-06 21.07.02
2013-12-06 21.06.40riding is habit & tactile
repetition reducing variables
leaves constants & attends
to the constants when
suddenly inconstant:

a slightly different grasp
& my golden drops are stags’
antlers almost
synchronous gold clicks
of both calipers mean
go, apex & autumn leaves
are go, low winter
sun is a carpet of blinding white gold

into the light & through
its curtain & the reverse camber
opens out

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