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05 November 2005 @ 10:32 pm
Rough Draft...  
Even divinity can crack the sharpest
of spines, or, smack the world asleep,
or, something of the like; thoughts
that see. Creates into you, bonded,

a me, a thing oh-so-long and sweet.

Rebuilt seasons of conscious adjunctment,
tripped ideals of what it-you-means if me,
and caused by stars that wished me into
be-ing. Of something so wantoned me.

Split into who you are and what you seem,
to-be wherever that thouught that returns
me to thee. that caused the dam to bleed.
That made the sight of you-me, that I wont
to-be.
 
 
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Fleeting Lightnightsashke on November 11th, 2005 10:59 pm (UTC)
...or...does it?

(sorry I've been rhetorical question guy this week.) hehe