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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