Friday, January 19, 2007

Spin Lust and Domicile Dust

everything tingles
on nights like these
with the past at my heels
and a futuristic breeze
whirling around
in my lungs
taking away worrisome

all is dancing
smoke inhalations
dreams and
creative plantations
and life most amazing
no sorrow
or sad days
just friendly kind faces
now scattered
across open landscapes and
nights full of light
impatiently await me
calling me
drawing me
whispering of
movements to be

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