Couldn't you write all happiness and light,
couldn't you give something a little uplifting?
A thought about nature, about better posture...
pricelessness, precociousness. Perfection.
Couldn't you remind me of a better time?

For a minute couldn't you forget that you're down in it.
Couldn't you replace the connotation, the annotation of dispair.
A memory of reparation, of forgiveness, less the separation, less the blotted out, less the left for dead.
Remind me of...
Forget...

04/23/2005

Posted on 04/23/2005
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