another word requiring a thesaurus,
and i gently smile stupidly- wondering,
what muse enchants this mind?
what soul could create this mix of beauty,
told from the clouds in a sky blue cutout?

none other, my dear.
there is a loss of words, and a stutter
my mind has to reread that.
in the end, someone might beieve they've
spent 4 years at harvard-
but you do not deny emotion in your locution.
every word is meticulously placed,
a microcosm of every sillhouette shone towards the sky,
we are left to fill in our own dreams inside of yours.
we are given the dreamscape of gods-
playoutyourwitness into the night,
wishing at 11:11 for endless sleep,
an everlasting chance to wade in the depths
the stellaroceanic depths of your psyche.

09/24/2003

Author's Note: gee, i wonder who this is about..

Posted on 09/25/2003
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