Wednesday, May 07, 2003


Storage

Crept into your living life
dawn made rings of gold
leaves blown into cold bedrooms
slept late into the afterthought

Kept a memory of glee
bound for unforgiving
trees dismembered by the rain
stepped onto a moving platform

Leapt over my former me
glowing lights turn green
slowly momentary wheels
pick up speed and turn around.

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