Friday, April 18, 2008

The World Is My Playground

Up Dharma Down

Undulate. These symphonies
Proliferate emotions.

Down on the floor, my knees
Harvest my lithe elations.
Are you mine, then not?
Repair me — soon unknowing —
Mercurially forgot.
Allow me this — imploring —

Drown me now, I beg you.
Oceans breathe musical hellos
Wedged deep and always true,
Neither azure nor dying yellow.

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