Come.
we are
busy.
forgotten
your pain-
passes...
amongst these hands
shaken
one nation
from another,
fear
anger
an inch-
these oceans
my travel
naive of
Atom,
Save the
tiny spaces
between
God,
and us-
known
we've come,
a knocking,
asked in-
even out,
into love.

11/20/2001

Posted on 11/20/2001
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