Monday, March 20, 2006

there we were
on the precipice of hungry, sweet toothed time
betraying the great mysteries and wonders,
the very chiseled, wrinkled faces of God
with our eyes

when the cellophane fabric
rolled back with that seismic sensation
we were naked
to the winds of a cosmos
we never really knew

eyes blinked at mushroom clouds
in the all to brilliant dark
I just couldn't tell
where you ended
and I began

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