#35
28/01/07 19:29 Filed in: poetry
One glance
until all is thought to be fathomed,
all in a fragment until we meet again.. when... by our mutual surprise
we discover that fraction again in the remnants of a speed
which we are,
a debris of a comet.
until all is thought to be fathomed,
all in a fragment until we meet again.. when... by our mutual surprise
we discover that fraction again in the remnants of a speed
which we are,
a debris of a comet.