Truth is a bitter little pill
I am loathe to swallow
Once eaten
Cell structures altered

I used to dream of flying
Through faerie lands of wist

My heart still goes
But I
Temporarily disconnected from my heart
Scribble "for rent" signs
Onto these ugly vacant lots
Doubtful that anyone will have a vision
Least of all, me.

12/15/2005

Posted on 12/15/2005
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