|a short silent plea / for he that i am lacking:
fair-eyes, in your supposed quiet:
wait for me.
because, to play honestly:
in thinking of your openhanded
in my sight, in my mind;
they seem to me
build seperate eternities
in my conciousness,
you; mute, unmoving.
spanish language speaker, black coffee drinker.
8 May 06
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in places i might replace words with metaphor
or more of those sublime turns of phrases
when they turn your words shine
Art isn't poetry. Thankfully.
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