Saturday, February 18, 2006

Space, Ltd.

Space amounts to friction
the further moments allowing for
existence not being the same as
what we came here for.

Grace is not a construction
it's as real as the air




that leaves us lonely,
howling at the dirty moon
reciting songs of songs
about dreamers looking for
(and never finding)
their lovers.

Place can't leave us restricted -
time will tell
if no one else will

1 comment:

Be kind. Rewind.