Friday, September 15, 2006
how i would wish that everyday i can write
about me as a boy
standing in a field of white lilies
with a butterfly, that never fails to be in the picture
but all i can think about is how a butterfly can cause an entire storm
in a place so distant, so far, so remote that not even the butterfly know of
one flap of the butterfly
feels like a sandstorm's in me
causing endless wind of torment
each movement
each breath
is like a tempest
every melodious sound
is like a excruciating echo
every picture
is a image of mortification
thwarted attemps to make things right
degenerating dreams
God take it ALL from me! i believe and i can.
amen.
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Friday, September 15, 2006
