I watched my self in the corner
As my soul sings lament
"I am a flower
Who’s roots drink deep
The waters of uncertainty
I think blacklisted thoughts
And dream impossible realities
I abuse privation
I disallow the lifeblood of being"
Sing, soul sing!
For it is a song of mourning
Wednesday, April 4, 2007
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