Saturday, January 3, 2009

Not crawling, but flying

thoughts thinking of me
I am inside this mind
here are words no one can say
and relics of distant futures past reality's barred windows
but I can see and think them
without permission
without cause
without reason
and there you are
many, few,
all of you in my thoughts
tempting, refusing,
inviting, forgiving,
trusting, ignoring
and I am lost in the idea of
everyone
then again
who is not lost
in something
for someone
enchantment runs rampant
and I am stuck here, lost in the roundabout minds of many
sticking in, flying out,
crawling 'round the guarded places
poking into solid hearts
I cannot deny their effect on me
can they honestly deny mine on them?

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