Thursday, April 13, 2006

Practiced, smiled, dispersed the decent upward not downward

It is the illusion.
Through the fog that built that illusion of thought.
Absent minded.
Missed the target.
A moment of relapse.
My skin glowed.
Glowing like a force of nature,
that looks like the sun.
Starved;
like a famine not -
obstructed.

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