Monday, December 13, 2010

confessions p.6

I dictated myself to ignorance,
running madly along the shorelines
of separability.
I gave up the empty potential
of my hands for pebbles, seashells
While the stars bore down
on me, laughing
at my grasping, my excuses.
A rose petal kissed me hollow,
and I burst, like ash,
whirling with wonder.

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