One thing after another after another. Is it humanly possible? Losing bearings. Solitude overwhelms for once. Trading my life for that eternal reassurance. All things fall away. Footfall on the margins of Life. Almost.
Will you be holding my hand to join me in this [revolution]... this, this... daily annoyances?
Let the Eleventh Hour quickly pass me by.
posted by flyfreebird at Wednesday, October 18, 2006
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Am I your kitttty cat?
Hold your hand in tiding the waning hour
From the remaining onslaught not cower
Rather know that each pain becomes a jewel
In the crown given in that hour of renewal
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