To the far side of ordinary
She cups her hands
Under the strong man's finger
It's not the dying that hurts.
She smiles like a desert sunrise
Beautiful and scorching
Truth spells nothing more
Dizziness and suckerpunched
Truth echoes in silence
Stringing lines of ordinary
He passes the border
Into the unknown
Where the grass is greener
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
On being inside time
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It must have been love That sort of thing Can't be mistaken For a lesser set of feelings It has a special hat And makes you welcome at p...
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She shares the blame For Adam's fall So secure, attractive Brilliant in a certain view The essence of Enlightenment I see her raise her ...
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I’m tired I’m tired of my heart giving out Whenever it gives in That things being the same Never makes a difference Of looking forwards to s...
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