8/3/09

Re: hello

What do I know of you?

An image, distant, far
A song on my Guitar …

Desires, Dissolve
Broken hearts, revive

No reason I seek
No justice, no critique

It’s the way of time;

To sculpture on ice,
To decide on a pair of dice!

Back fresh to the game,
Alas! it won’t be the same!

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