jan 6th 2003 by Richard Trotter Your words are a wonderful breakdown a gap in a ceaseless production line though time is a tangled ball of wool wound round the temple in the city of cat. I'm scythed by the rocks of the day and distorted by the helix of instants I am a field thats burned by the moon, with you as the seeds of friendship whatever the size of tomorrow's mountain. 12/30/2003 Posted on 12/30/2003 Copyright © 2025 Richard Trotter Return to the Previous Page     pathetic.org FAQ Members Poetry Center Login Signup   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)