Thursday, August 9, 2007



From where I stand
I see hills, narrowing
into darkened alcoves
where none has been,
and I may not be
And I think vanity.

Life, life, life o love
A life of love
and death

From where I sit
Peering into the dark night
Of our unseen futures
my heart beats hard, hard, hard,
and I think of emptiness

Life, love, o life,
Living to love, to die!

From where I stand
A shaky pedestal, bold
and bare chested
Alone, against a hostile wind
of the whole wild world
I fear the imminent storm..

Oh to f'all from so high
against the storm of life!

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