I slowly disassembled the weave I
anticipated the most revenue from,
and yet I mare a pattern I myself
would like
contrary to heavenly doctrine.
Could a dissatisfaction be more vibrant?
And I would associate with desert animals,
be they less intrusive.
Find me terrain where I can spin in circles,
or electromagnetic springs, which show feelings of longing.
----:----
I am slow and innumerable,
and tigers warm my feathered bed!
I still hold your teardrops in my weathered eyes.
A natural renewal
made my physicality twist,
have I yet chosen this fate?
Decided this, for a complex growth?
See that l won't fall, love.
But He is still the brightest light I see!
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
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