I thought it over.
I stuttered through the scenes of screams
of water dreams
of dollops and creams
of fey conclusions
and in-betweens.
It's a small world. It's the grandest of lives.
God, it's all too much, sometimes. But, we tack on the tinsel and continue the loop.
Give up that death-grip on reason and float with me.
Monday, February 22, 2010
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