a river snakes its way through astral
pools reflecting a limited spectrum;
diffused as it passes along the wave-
lengths until she reaches the atmosphere
and down, down, down,

raw unbridaled beauty bends the light
as it filters through the
ceiling fan further filtered through
the smoke filtered through your lips
by the fiberglass safetynet that saves
little but a few more moments to waste.

all these gifts reduced to the smallest
single scent with the remote possiblity of
fulfillment;

and she was beautiful once, until the light
started bending to break and the shadows became
more defined and the way she could look you in the eye
was slowly lost in the river snaking across her
face, past the lights and onward
up, up, up,

distorting the wavelengths
and drowning into the outward depths.

02/08/2005

Author's Note: i know, it's the worst title. ever. but still. comments/ crits?

Posted on 02/09/2005
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