shadows of the morning greet me;
i got sunshine yet to warm my skin,
so, i move slowly but undaunted.

as a man on death row, expectant
but not filled with humour, glee.
all the whys to questions i pose

still lie evenly spaced-out in my path.
satisfaction: a product guarantee,
nothing but crumpled paper. a stay.

looking for life to begin. i want
to love her face, her charm, her grin.
a welcome mat of fauna surrounds me.

lie back, count the stars with me;
find the lonely nebula, find me.
as today will rapidly segue into
all the tomorrow's that're borrowed.

08/24/2010

Posted on 08/24/2010
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