Tuesday, September 17, 2013

THE LEAVES AND THE LAKE

we scramble lost

to our own intentions


but I am here

where I want to be


an eternal twilight

on a tree-crested lake


and all the bullshit

of God's world


slipping by and fading

like the illusions they are


how I love those mere seconds

when I am absent


and I am the twilight

the leaves and the lake...





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