You could never guess –
But you do know me…
You know, but onward the journey
Guessing.
With out a map. Without a star
No Compass
Entering uncharted territory
Walking down here
is so undoing
the
soul
It would be easier to fly
And so, see all there is
To be free
It is colder up in these reaches
But far clearer.
As clear as
Gods eye.
-Hunt-or-be-hunted-
Tied to the fast lane
In the Red Queens Race
We see only the track
Oblivious of the cheerful, scorning
Crowd of non-Participants
We believe their chant
To be the truth –
Forgetting
That we have the wings
And dreams beyond this ensorcelled realm
of grey sleeping mass
We do not see………
Points of light in the emerald green beyond
Where the speed of thought
Is winged with fire
Power beyond the
Starless and Bible Black
burden –
Is ours for the wishing
If only we could…
But if wishes were fishes, we would all cast nets
>as the old saying goes.
.
And as rain falls
Tears fall
In an endless circle
All is water.
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Useless /////
Useless //////
Useless /////////
Rain - falling upon the Ocean __/*****************\____
Time?,
Enough….
When You Wrote To Me while you were away:
“Think of me on spring nights
Think of me on summer nights
Think of me on autumn nights
Think of me on winter nights
Over the traffics silken rip, over the wind tearing the clouds to shreds
Show me again in that candle lit room
Your eyes half shut with ecstasy and urgency
Your hands squeezing my buttocks till they ache
I want nothing on your mind all day
Let the day turn every thing upside down and inside out
As you do to me
Besmudge with smoke and flood with wine
Distract you until I fade from view
Alright, think of anything by day
But in the night, only of me
I beseech you, in the stillest stillness
Or when rain patters on the roof
Or dew sparkles on your lawn
And you lie between sleep and waking
Think of me on spring nights…”
I did think of you: of your hands, of the light playing in your hair, of that solid little round arse getting off the bed...
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