vanillamourn;
sundrop eve...

and where have the children gone?
sunkensand; eyelids close.

and noone quotes more insightful prose
than the weeping wonder of
a wakingwise master.

follow follow,
where failure is a funny word.
who would think failure exists?
and need?
and seperateness?

chuckle chuckle,
and hold hands while running
through the grasses knee-high.

this plunging drunkeness,
(heavy valour palms)
uplifting high,
(and satinpink psalms)
is nothing/everything but
choose choose.

choosing is all that remains...
creation is all we are.

06/03/2002

Posted on 06/03/2002
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