imagine the mating
of the past
with the present
growing from the earth
as little seedlings
of possibilities.
imagine the breeding
of time with infinity
and cross it with this
poetry I've come to know
and while living
in my womb it might
say something endless
that only comes out
for a second before it withers.
imagine reality's children
with beauty
genetically crossed
with kindness
and undone in every moment
and you will feel this
crashing of time
upon the shores of my
daily living,
the washing of waters
over my past
and the cleansing of
an ocean of forgiving
myself, of letting go,
of giving in
to the tide and
being pulled by time,
but for the first time
without fear.

01/26/2003

Author's Note: something to have something. what comes when dreams are crossed with living and loving is between gasps of warm air. it's so nice to be creative.

Posted on 01/27/2003
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