Walking along
I see many things
Spread out for me
To observe
Singing a song
My heart takes wings
Spread out to see
Not conserve

So I stare as this
Table
Is built of my heart
Carved wood that is
Able
To withstand the art
Of table splitting

I am spread out like butter
On bread toasted and thin
I'm leaking through cracks
I don't know which way's in
Or up down or sideways
Or even begin
To imagine
What I cannot comprehend

Now comes this
Quiet retention
Of emotional swell
Not anger or fear
Just a sadness spell
So I throw myself
Towards
All that's holy and good
I give it my all
I shall do as I should

11/17/2004

Posted on 11/18/2004
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