Monday, August 06, 2007

Prognosis

i know what lies at the bottom,
though i fear the darkness,
Love is a shadow.

I feel burns of redness,
it throbs the heart,
and reaches into the pinnacles of flesh.

I must wail, pull out the temples
of the living, succumb to death,
and look with eyes that have seen such splendors
watching the blue waves of sea, the green dancing
trees of cedar, that call me, haunt me from my sleep and say,
"It's here we want to touch you, all leafy and green."

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