Reaching out beyond the dream of what you thought was real, spinning on this ball of life, head now under heel. Ready to die, to live this life so raw, alive on ledge- dancing, hurling, freeing your soul to finally stretch the edge.
Saturday, October 22, 2011
the gold standard
Does gold ask of flame,
"Why, fire, do you burn me?"
No, it simply beams
in its lustrous alchemy
a new state
of beauty and elegance
as it shines also,
without question
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