Haunted by,
by vaportrails and phantoms,
echos of my desire
for something I cannot have,
cannot grasp,
the grains, ephemerial, simply photostatic,
a glimpse of the sun,
a shade from within,
a face buried beneath the sand....

05/26/2004

Posted on 05/26/2004
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