and the sky heaved a sigh of relief
as your walking steps near
the door taking you
out into your new fantastic.
you head west, away from the sun,
which rises as you move.
and when the the occident nears,
you'll stop your motion and watch the
setting over water, which plays dog
with the shore catching each kiss
and relaying each slap.
when my set moves, as your sets
will continue to move with instability,
i will go to you.
Friday, March 28, 2008
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