Sunday, May 01, 2005

There is nothing...

There is nothing…
That a look at you couldn’t inspire
From these handsI barely have possession of…

It is a mad dash down an accident’s giggle…
Stroking the kismets
Of a grand circle I thought I played
The drums to
Until you whispered in my ear:

“You’ve never been born…”

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