whereever the day may take me
somehow it's cutting me away
the scars from the you that i need
the blood from the you that i bleed.
it could always be repaired,
somewhere in the trances of time.
in the midst of the dances though,
you waltz right into mine.
slowburning and lightning cold
shivering and psychotic alone
energy burns us to the bone
in a million places at once.
yet the fractions and divisions
they break at akward spots
the in's and outs and truths and doubts
they never connect the dots.

some how you and i,
we've broken apart
so far that we begin and start
to turn around an float into
the other sides of me and you.

04/30/2003

Author's Note: ?

Posted on 05/01/2003
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