To look down all paths,
Still winding and unwinding, be
Tempting behind-
Some dancing with others, to become
A tango of what could be, should exist
Some other phenomenal fate.
Still, time locks every particle
Blessed,
In the cold arms of Gravity-
Muse, yet unrevealed
Her binding spell- the last thing
To fall from days gone by.
So much to say, yet at a loss for words.
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Wednesday, June 30, 2010
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