Monday, April 20, 2009

Past's Glass

let us please; with lips all over each others
never cease to in dream or foresight wonder
or be seized so boldly ignorant to claim
the scolding of the others tiring name
laid in aim, with eyes upon eyes; the glass
should show only glistening within: the past
let's say we'll wipe away the mist condensed
of all the hindsight, fogged events
and look through to where sky meets sea at last
and make its sail, flight or drive the task

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