Filter,
to sift,
to extract the delicate
beads
of my conciousness.
A thread, a chain of pure emotion,
a strand of infintesmal earthquakes
caught in the web,
the charcoal, the tincture of
whatever,
tiny pinprick meaning
in a mess of silt and sand.

05/01/2005

Posted on 05/01/2005
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