Saturday, March 20, 2010

words on path

days became so long and fog

gathered streaming in my eyes

like lasting puppy doe eyed tears

whom did i fear and where must i never see

unreal is to hear and unreal it is to be

sky and sea falling into circles and spins

are elevators to my every step

nothing is ordinary and everything is

round and glossy

a whole movement is coming into one math

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