Broken Bones
Trading places
Filling spaces
Of what is
And lies
Beyond.
Time is folding
You are scolding.
Lost in time
What are we molding?
Timeless tales
Of ship-less sails
Floating on a desert ocean
Whipping songs of
Mass destruction.
Where are all our pebbles
On the beach?
Where we find is
What we seek.
Making music in the tree
Bulging eyes for us to see
Leaves are falling
And I'm feeling
Bare.
8-26-09
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