when there is that part of me
falling, abyss created no air
wrangled amongst trees, angel wings
torn, cast the shadow into my engorged soul,
that moment and that despair rests upon my shoulders
bare the back of the world
limply in my hands and these forefingers grasp
one last breath before I fall into my domain,
drowsy sleep that I give way.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
thoughts
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