Wednesday, February 25, 2004

(untitled)


The distance is a mix of feelings
and no answers
The lavels are a lapse of knowledge
and I recognize all the signs
Attack the base of your fear
you fear this vast divide
You last the expense of millions
just to tell me you survived
The morning is a sludge of ghosts
unsatisfied from the night
We have no more to offer

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