The camera's eye,
precision -
drawn my finger tips
smoothing charcoal
across lips
parting
the light beams
crazy
into days
when you just need
to feel 'okay',
un-merged
from every role
occasionally misplaced,
which road
will you take...
Does the light
fly
green
all lanes clearing
just enough
to taste
the lens open wide
recording freely
the actions taking place
setting definitions
heat leading
naturally
my traces
down your face
~

10/26/2002

Posted on 10/26/2002
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