Mothra Froth
June 28, 2011, by Homme de Sept-Îles
the silver season
is miracle white
breathless death
stretched
from january foam
to june throne
the sixty, seventy, eighty-two
crew caboose
a lunatic coast
to coast
fringe
from cochrane stompin'
north hyde east
square freyne
west
the tumble tundra wisdom
we all need
even if we don't understand
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