on the roof again
pushed back to page two huh?
mind if i bump ya back to the front? i'm sure i'm the only one who hasn't read this yet, anyway. :-P
yet, I am at a loss, lacking voice.
I understand now, it is by choice.
So I question everything ...
exploring each edge, following
the curves of my constant curiosity.
we're still in snych, and that kinda scares me.
I only exist when in motion with the
currents of creeks swirling over stone,
of rivers winding between white bluffs,
of lakes lapping sandy banks.
i get this feeling every time i paddle out and wait for the next wave...
There are words falling all around me...
...Their silence contains me,
all that's never said, will be
what explains me.
good god, that's poetry
it's not that the future is near or far...
the future's just so grim.