Thursday, December 20, 2007


in the evening,
i dream of morning.
In the morning
i dream of evening.

The boundaries
are endless.
in the endless
there are boundaries.

A flower breaths
it is a solitary reap.
The sun sets
into horizon-deep.

Thoughts flow
life goes,
i row,
battling foes.

I weep
i seek,
i keep,
i am not meek.

Thunder is noise
rain is a voice.
Earth is one,
we are in one.

A nest is shook
but a fruit is never.
I try to look
at the never.

What travels
what rests,

life has no end,
the innuendo
is a mesh.To fend
is to go.

What can i do but see?
change is my dream.
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