Tuesday, February 07, 2006


Even I do not know why I wrote this
years ago ...


Thoughts effervesce
from a troubled spirit, borne
in pristine, but pale yearning
for daylight's embrace.

Tanned by reflected
glimmer of biased glow, values
turn pink and fluffy, lacking
bones of integrated support.

Salmon dreams churn
against cataracts of denial, leaping
instinctively to spawning release
in search for self and hope.

Cyclic pulse simplified
from sea, cloud and rain, down
to refurbished dreams conjoined
with my ever shouting blood.


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