Sunday, August 26, 2012

unable to move asking

Embracing a memory of every this moment
   at the borders of   life
like this life
  dark feeling
the part of our voice without Words  for what this is
  seen  in an imagination of
unable to move asking

If I  shut my eyes 
would you shut your eyes
heads or tails
would our fingers reach out to the end
of the page

slow  torched
  deeply in love with now


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