Friday, September 17, 2004

driving outside waco

To drive beyond these city lights
To the middle of nowhere
To see the diamonds in the deep dark
Of the depths above
And realize...

I move through time
Like a woman whose lungs
Are filled with the conscious oxygen
Of an early April evening
Whose feet would dance
To the beat of a subconscious music
That resonates in these fields
And in the bricks that surround me

To mourn this day's passing
To the edge of eternity
To slip away into memories and brain cells
Of the depths inside
And to know

He wouldn't change even
If he were compelled
And his worth isn't
Found in me.


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