to be so dangerous as this;
i have found scars have worn them
blindly

she sits with her hands in her lap
her eyes nervous her expression empty

he teaches birds to sing with words
he had to borrow

i know the man who feeds the fish and
teaches the flowers to dance

this distant breeze

i have gone so hollow and the world it
sleeps

not even it can keep from putting its
fingers into me

03/09/2004

Posted on 03/10/2004
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