Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Friday, December 19, 2008
421 E. Thomas
I bleed out my salted wounds,
Carthitic in the cold, exposed to
My own soul & it's desert dunes.
Today as many days before, as many
Times before, as many lives before.
I wander too explore, too find, too discover
A world unchanged & full of change.
Beneath the stars & beneath the moon,
I walk a path so familiar, yet all the faces
Are no ones faces.
I travel towards another day, I travel
towards another time, I travel towards
another life.
A life unknown, a life foretold.
It is life with its attention to
details with its intention for detail
that I follow.
@rtchival
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