I count on you.
I count on you.
When you burn from under me,
I will either levitate in mid-air
Or I will fall, hard.
What of it?
Falling is a precise science,
a worthy exercise.
Let me fall if I don’t understand
how to fly.
I will hit the concrete 7X7X7 times.
And I will repair and heal the same number of times.
Calloused and strong of heart and bone,
levitation will become
obsolete.
Monday, March 2, 2009
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2 comments:
I like your poetry.
You should post more.
I shoulded you.
A stranger.
Tsk.
Jeez, a stranger read my blog...SHOULD AWAY!!!! LOL!!!
Thanks.
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