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By not*about*you Date: 2007 Feb 11 Comment on this Work [[2007.02.11.12.26.24288]] |
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It is this hour Time is up The answers clear on the blank page. Too much time has passed. Our hearts don't recognize the other. There is no need. There is no time. Nothing but satisfaction. I'll share the words to fill the page, but our hearts don't need to meditate. I know what I know, a passing zoo of images. Let it pass dear one. I am cutting the chord my hand in yours. As for the questions the fruit cake is baking in the oven. Your passion lingering for him... I could never compete with the craving carving desire for another. What's so hard about the truth? Yes, we'll find each other, again and again, in passing words and dreams. We may not recognize each other with so many name(s) so many truths, so many games. But it doesn't matter, does it? The passing hour is here. |