play into me
the elements
as they come
lifting and falling
into place,-
passively
kinetically
misplacing myself
within the chase

slightly
amusing
I think...
to hear it
catch me,-
that mouth agape
the words a distant truth
revise
relived
in these mistakes-
awaiting
something profound
to make you feel
all the ways
you swear
you feel
but hardly revealing
when beautys frozen-
made sedate.

04/13/2002

Posted on 04/13/2002
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