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.

Thursday, October 25, 2012

Waxing on

Funny, how the moon tonight
in its diminished stature
still shines so brightly

Magic, really, how what is, is
and that what is cannot be changed
but what will be, can

And in the bright light of
what is, I know that I will be kissed
once again, by the fullness of what will be

am I drinking the wine, or is it drinking me?



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