Tuesday, May 16, 2006

The silence in your eyes
Was ten times the answer I required,
Stalking dejectedly back to the shadows
That drape the thickly-woven branches
Of my gloaming consciousness.
Time flowing over its banks
Sweeps my feet from under me.
And I am carried gently, coldly
Out to a solitary sea.

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