Friday, August 18, 2006

deary dearie
siamese twin
roads inflame beneath
your shape
in your transmission
death forsakes you

if creation had subsided
the urge to destroy
my race towards time
has faded.

IN THE turning of your heel
you pulled me closer to reveal
the secrets
of depths you prevailed.

you laughed
glint in eye
wallow in clouds,
unleash suspended fear,

i am questioning,
reality defining me?