As I race
my mind is engulfed
in the separation
of time.
Like cherry's
you fall to the ground
persuasiveness entangles
the limits
seven times
you reach out and go back
to the complacency
of a former life
As I sing
my thoughts are determined
by the rationality
of existence
Like the past
you try to resuscitate
after drowning
in memory
thrice again
you haunt my existence
in the classification
of tomorrow.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
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