lashes stand
aim for nothing
stare out upon the street
light moving darkness
onto my face,
constellations
of who I could be -
like interposition's of the sun
entering midnight's northern sky
- illuminates -
ascending my depth
rose colored
crystalline
races across with peaks of indigo
you swear was your soul...
those echoes of percussion
having turned your face to mine
changing how you feel
from the passenger seat
~

11/20/2002

Posted on 11/20/2002
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