Monday, February 16, 2004

Velvet Gloss

Unfolding red carpet unrolling for miles,
with the signs and the symbols directing my mind.

Simple syntactic cloud formations form
unravelling patterns in cloudburst and storm.

Wild wicked hurricane goes where it will
sanctuary's ghost leaves a stone left unturned.

I go into night with a heart showing fear
somehow my own dream will refuse to come near.



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