logic
i must be (yours)
swinging
madly,idle
longing for something
(not here).
i
hold on longer (than before), wrapping
my
little fingers in between the chains.
if
i could
(i would) buy back time,
making
arcs of love
like light.floating through the trees
and
i would bend the fabric
of
my trajectory
into
something more like hope...
it
must be mine.
Saturday, August 7, 2010
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