previous note:
number three
carrying weight
far beyond my means
i think in paces
i dream of places
where sticks and stones
create beauty in meaning
landscapes made in symmetry
what WONDER!
what HOW!
create me beautiful mother of everything
take me great wonders of our world,
tell him to hold my hand
when we fall down cliffs based on lies and arguements
that neither of us enjoy
i want to kiss, so i faulter
i want to make love, so i break words
into meanings that don`t exist
into times that are surreal
while i co-exist
im sorry, cloudless sky
im sorry, endless night
im sorry, ex lover of mine
