what hour troubled by
the dream's demise
a desire broken
in shining fragments
of untold things,
born from what
dearth in an
aching heart,
waiting
by a black pool
watching snow-
fall,
A residue
of untold desire
running far
from A
pursuing
cry
Wednesday, December 03, 2008
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