split between
dropping out of reason
headlong, tree branches slapping my face
i reach a fence and climb
wonder, in vain?

i must decide, between two concrete futures
determined at cosmos' infancy
the fates spilling out like hot oil
stamping their meanings into flesh and bone

and so desire aggravates my cause
hintin g at so me thing mor e
but i never finish

i keep seeing lines, flowing in air
between entity and entity alike

and i again wonder
is it a delusion? a dream manifested sub--
unconscious and bleeding with disappointment?
or a beam of sleeping happiness
glowing and rigid

drawn faintly in the direction of my chest?

02/07/2007

Posted on 02/07/2007
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