Sunday, March 28, 2010


a collection of perceptions


to the point of becoming

mere fragments,

disjointed like static

and just as loud.

what is real?


flowing and meeting

fleeting glimpses

universes conversing

without knowing

holding our ears and

staring up

with clenched eyes

pray that focus

will become of us

while fearing the masterpiece.

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