Posted by B2chica on March 26, 2008, at 11:55:03
I edge that of 'marrow
soon the days begin
i sink below, and wither in.
none can see now, can see how
i rave over and on the other days
all to circle back
to below
to no longer grow, inside.
this pit, stained, strained, shallow heart
does beat lonely thuds
one to one
echo in the empty quarters
though it sits aside tender lungs
...never used.
b2c.
poster:B2chica
thread:819978
URL: http://www.dr-bob.org/babble/write/20071223/msgs/819978.html