Monday, September 13, 2010

Inner Fury

Pondering, ponder, pondered
How to borrow a life:
Momentary glass of glimmer and shine,
Slips passed the lips and down the throat,
Round and smooth as a finely aged wine.

Oh just for a day.

Ahh but to hide, 
To dwell in a cave!

Fluid, flux, flurry.
Movement,

Swirling 

Away.

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