Thursday, October 28, 2010

love: an opportunity continuously missed)

you use age to
seperate so similar
lives
lose
the familiar
run!  freeze
feeling
look past 
figments of
 imagination underneath these things,
I AM.

come: take a chance at...
you 
are: walking past -fast.
a gray sky overcast,
brightens
at chanced glance
in a crowded mass

a gray sky overcast,
brightened.
at a chanced glance
past:
smoke, glass,  mirrors.

3.2.10/5.11.10

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