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April 21, 2004

Posted by anoddphrase in Uncategorized.
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for you, fuzzy, i think :P…


 


 


sometimes


            (the end of the world, poem)


 


 


 


sometimes…


 


 


                                   it just feels like the end of the world.


                                                           


 


            when all the nostalgia


                                    overwhelms you…


                            flooding your senses


                        with the passion—ardor


                  of water, straight out from the dam


                    packed deeply into your mind.


 


                                                                                    and the cool breeze against your face


                                                                                        doesn’t seem to help you any…


                                                                                    or even the chilly water


                                                                                        clinging gently to your fingertips


                                                                                          as you trail,


                                                                                                 draw—ing circles


                                                                                                   across the


                                                                                                            smooth


                                                                                                      rippling


                                                                                              surface


                                                                                                ,you so admire from afar.


 


      the sky,


            so clear and cleansing       [blue]


                clouds,


                        of the cottony,             {bunny-rabbit-tail}


                                    whipped,       {creamy}


                                                and whispy….


                                                                        .[sort].


                 blooming… (blossoming, really)


                        slowly                ,ever, slowly….


                                    [off into the distance]


             buffeted, and herded, gently, but persistently, forward


           by winnowing rolls of wind


                                        passing, absently, by.


 


 


                                                                                                and i know,


                                                                                                  someone,


                                                                                                   somewhere,


                                                                                         is leaning casually against


                                                                                                      my tree…


                                                                                                waiting for me.


 


whispering softly to the breeze…


 


 


        (don’t cry, angel…


                     don’t cry.}


 

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