imagination's solid ground
does not know quicksand

grows in the desert
walks up

pyramids
lives inside

before she slides
swings Nile to Atlantic

we glide
into her center

alternate stars crossing
mothers and daughters

generations of imagery
her allure

we step into her profile
and out to see

where do they go all of them
the lovers

dissolving hands
negative passions

it took those for us to take
the liberty she took

I build my house
on this oasis

10/30/2009

Posted on 10/30/2009
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