Never say I don't need you, or that your presence here is inconsequential.
I am not deliberately harsh; however harshly deliberate I may be.
If I am as the lightning bolt, then those about whom I care the most are as the pile of rubble I have made . . . but only momentarily, as their destiny is so much more than that.
I am merely here to hold up a mirror, I am an instrument, an incentive, a way of catalyzing a change which is so direly needed.
Further explanation is unnecessary, even presumptuous . . . But know only this - this is the one thing I do without ego. You merit all due credit for crystallizing this notion and bringing it to light from out of the murkiest depths of my subconscious.
For this, and all other reasons, I love you always . . .
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
Tower
Eyes
You move like I want to
To see like your eyes do . . .
215 days
have flown by like a dream
another day
but for me a revelation
awakening . . .
but now,
have I lost my new eyes?
I was
so willing to
loosen my grasp
I can't now believe
how quickly
how easily
how soon
it faded from view
~93
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