Sunday, November 30, 2008

Her Walk Has No Memory

jet moves with a violent arrow

drill catches a groove and screams louder

his language followed a pathway

all the way to the other side of the wall

where fawn's and a crane were resting

in the color of violet

arms float with smiles easily held

by the light of moon and sun

her pathway continues

untamed

until

he builds another wall

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