Conjugating
If energy is matter
can I call it to me?
A little attention is
what matters, see--
The phone rings
the same
whether it's a cold call
or if it's
She,
who dances on the edge
of my dreams
Stuck in the
present, tense
looking into the night's
murky sea
this moment my cage
from which I want
to be freed
Future, perfect--
my mind spins
propelled by what
might be
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Saturday, December 13, 2008
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