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Cycle
I was lost as I looked through the glass
and I wondered how to find my way back,
there was a place I before this,
somewhere beyond me,
but now I feel as if I hover,
stuck within place,
it reminds me of treading water,
but I am weary of seeing the same thing,
and I wish for something fascinating,
small wonders like miracles discovered,
and life is traded in,
for one to live, another shall perish,
energy exchanged while we sit in our
wakeful states,
eyes wide open in the sleep of ages,
but somewhere it seems the time has escaped,
only to pause and take a breath,
before going under again,
the tenderness festers
and the tears are all dried up,
within the city loneliness if found,
but somewhere out there,
there is serenity in the vast endlessness
of eternity,
only the discovery is delayed,
by the passage of the centuries,
and the voices within never die
no matter how we try to starve them,
and we find that the end is only
the beginning, and the beginning is
another end.
7:52 PM - 10/3/2006 -
Untitled Comment
as my boyfriend would say, "Ahh, circles, circles EVERYWHERE!!!"
inamorata - 9:22 AM - 10/4/2006
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