Guest guest Posted June 27, 2002 Report Share Posted June 27, 2002 Still re-reading mail from yesterday Taking my focus away from strawberries with Italian icecream I might begin to speak these wordsas if I own them.Some letters tell us how this walk is done,some sing about the distance, or walk the edge by definition.But when the Wingless-One spinns into space without a tracerocks dance and the fire roars wait just a moment in your soul until they pass me againreturning to the formless statepurpose served crossing the edge into the void. Alan Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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