Thursday, February 4, 2010 Experiences and words
looking
answers to nothing and the event,
come to the site of this
like bees to honey.
The flapping of their wings fills the air with frantic
flames and a honey wrap crystal
the echo of the word love.
With passionate thirst for light,
flavorings, of voices and forms, invisible
after I lose my soul
and only sees the face of yesterday
turning until it disappears in slow spirals of smoke.
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