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Published: 2008-03-01 09:41:27 +0000 UTC; Views: 155; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 1
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run circles across your chartered skinto staunch the flow of sad river tide,
tired all the time
sunken ships in your muscles
their sails still spread
you crash
like cars crash against each other
like waves crash against one another
like one
and the same
but never
again
run lines across your sunstained back
so the shadows dip define
cast a mirage turn you
out turn you
over turn you
benign
but can love be traced
like so much else,
can you plan a vacation
on its shores?
or is it only there
when you nearly drown
turn around,
one piece of wood
still floats,
and it may just
take you to
safer ground.
Comments: 3
CephCepheus [2009-05-29 19:10:13 +0000 UTC]
A beautifully-posed question. Love is a funny... thing. Hard to define too. But it certainly has very little to do with free will.
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