I forgot
It was substance
Day!
What work
Devours,
Life utters.
Unwritten.
As I butterfly
Around in my mind,
I glimpse
The pinnacle
Of promise,
Paper-shred.
I am not
The soul of millions,
I am the
Soul of ~one~.
When tradition
Kills advancement,
Time thrills
With shuddering
Orgasms, unbereft
At Times advancement.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 4/14/08
Be always safe,
Karen
Paper thoughts that cut straight to the heart - excellent.
(((HUGS))) and love, karla.
always,
randy