Guest guest Posted January 3, 2006 Report Share Posted January 3, 2006 Though I am intelligently designed And rise above the occasion of necessity and need I also rest in the somnolence of daybreak An occasional dream And how it aligns with the stars, with my internal bleeding Though I am battered and bruised Sometimes washed up in an ancient shoreline Used and abused by both nature and chance, I am marked in the passing of moments In the finality of blue hours, in a triangle of infinity Though I may be quick to anger and sometimes Draw myself into a colourful rage The moon writes a letter to the Beloved, Turns its pages upon Another mote of dust, a spinning wheel in a cobweb of desire Though I shrink into fear, An infinitesimal sphere where Sometimes the lion and lamb watch in dismay The skin of my skin stretches, I touch... I feel... I am, oh, too real. Ana p.s. enjoy THIS day Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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