And in a while,
A, long long while,
like a while wed to years,
not days nor minutes,
or even seconds for that matter.
longer than serpents made of stone,
or a stone-like substance.
Sinking fast into the abyss.
of deep dark waters,
off the coast of Mexico,
or Portugal
or Peru
Spain maybe,
South America and North.
both poles,
each one frigid and alone,
I now am
am one,
two feel like this
If I could stop it,
would you let me?
Board your ship?
carry my weight,
and let me sleep?
rest?
recuperate?
renew?
Sunday, July 6, 2008
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