fourwheeler

14 December 2010 § 1 Comment

my skeleton fingers grip relentless,
faster through the rawcold air
as if cold were imagined pain;
i am so easily present with
these twining hearts,
family hearts,
for whom beauty unfolds along with eternity.

and so to go on:
wide-eyed and pure
we leave childish behind.

 

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§ One Response to fourwheeler

  • Lindi says:

    i will always remember that day through this winterwhistling windswept and blustery prism you have made for us. thank you for letting the words out so nicely.

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