leaving
town;
leaving it down the road,
down the
down
into the ground,
grave thoughts,
grave graves,
buried,
I am buried alive…
yet on the other side
I see reason
(hope)
mope toward the light,
reach with full spine,
into the future,
into now,
touch what is not possible –
it surrounds,
permeates you
like the ocean beguiles a sunfish
Friday, December 11, 2009
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