Thursday, January 15, 2009

Note To Self

What was that first love
And who did you first love

Measuring the distance
from the yard that rock was from
that shattered the glass of imaginations
which rested on the hope of life being happy ever after

Living through the first blow
That arrested the last gasp of breathe from your atmosphere

Staring down the deep ice blue abyss
Streams of whispers from long ago remind me of how far we have to go

Bursting thru the dense landscape of infinity
appears the bow of re-emergence of a cargo holding thoughts once lost

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