with the nonchalant flick of a wrist
I glide to the graces and
control of natural wind
a blueness that is never doubted
in her sickened world I peeked in
and saw the deluge, it was
the fat raindrops that drove me away
i love to stare at her and
listen to the absolute hum
the monotone of that trickle that is her
voice sent through the air as an
electronic wave of her emotions
i prefer to look at the other

11/09/2001

Posted on 11/09/2001
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