Saturday 26 June 2004

snivel

freely flighting away from thee;
nimbly nighting it out with thee;
blithely blighting the best of thee;
blissfully bedding the rest of thee.

in stupor i succumb to sobriety;
to ingenuity, i inveigle from infamy.



i leap across, to where you are... not.
the waters shimmer as i lift from rock.

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