Been wandering down involuntary paths;
not unknown;
not less traveled;
just different angles.
Conscious blood in a circulatory system
wanting expression and not being hidden
even in this season.
Weighted words meted out
egnored in jealousy causing lonely.
Isolation profession;
poetry posted;
fallng on floors in patterns distractedly unnoticed in vain haste.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
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