Saturday, October 3, 2009

i know what you want but you already are

every single cell screams of beauty beyond time
where stars align, combine
become entwined with the dust of lives

i have so much love and you want all of it

but to reach the sublime, i scatter
myself to let the birds take me
in mouths alighting to pines

i let myself spread
like holes
that grow
in dough
for bread

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