We are but offerings -
The effects of change,
Of learning -
And Here
Upon my skin
Is life

Do not mistake it
for some fast paged advertisement
this walking prayer,
To feel it
You will know
The soul ripples outward
Bound for and broken many distances

I realize (perhaps)
That we are not in the right place
of our lives
For how serious this may be

With my eyes
Constantly on you,
My hands
running through your hair -
All the thoughts that can pass
in your endering silence,
I never knew
What it was
To tremble

And strong as I may seem
Here with you
Or through A pulling memory
(if you have to)
I would rather you remember me
this way

An echo
of weakness and strength -
a man that loved you too much,
a sum departed

11/03/2003

Posted on 11/04/2003
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