and in the burst of light that blinded every angel
as if the sky had blown the heavens into starts
you felt the gravity of tempered grace
falling into empty space
no on there to catch you in their arms
Friday, March 20, 2009
Drops
One drop Two drops Ripples in the water Three drops Four drops Rolling down my cheeks Five drops Six drops Forming on my nape Seven drops Eight drops Gurgling down my throat Nine drops Ten drops Bouncing off my face
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