somewhere in the midst of forgiveness
somewhere in a denial stale like the bread on the table
somewhere in the crises that has eyes worn by the flagrant sun up above
somewhere in the palms of her hands
somewhere in the mossy figments of my once lucid imagination
somewhere out beyond the shell of the man I used to be,
there once was a part of me
coagulating & thundering across the slowly rusting Arizona skies,


Yet now?

I seem to find myself lying in the grass
staring out at yellow covered twinkles,

to realize

that man,
who I once knew,

is no where to be found

05/21/2007

Author's Note: reflecting on changes from the last years, realizing my pitfalls, things im not too happy about, but am convinced i can overcome its a thunderclap in a way, a wake up call- no resolution on IF i will wake up, but the call has sounded nonetheless

Posted on 05/21/2007
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