Sunday, January 10, 2010

arctic monk, he

Leave me seething,
gritting,grinding
brightly blinding,
openminding closely finding,
empty spaces,multi races,
places faces, aches and aces,
wish you'd see me,
lie completely,
kind and sweetly,
die a beattie,
no, not warren,
like on tv.
Short and happy
never lonely,
soap and sand
(...in the hour glass)
whisper to me
soft and slowly,
(...so are the days of our lives)
I still do think he...
like so many...
incomplete me.

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