Wednesday, December 07, 2005

in the clear night air
there is an idea that forms
from the tears falling
incomplete by themselves
with nowhere now, going nowhere
the passenger seat is empy,
who will fill that void....

the strange eyes look back
in the morning gazing out of the windows,
and frost covers everything
lost in thoughts down the block, already
absorbing reality into our smiles....

blur the sight of the complete stars
is there a future over us, moving
or shredding away with the past,
when things look this way, dark, low,
and self imposed, do we dare go out?


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