oh,
[it is like leaping once from a mountain,
then kneeling at
the earth's core;
with wind still whistling
past your ears]
yes.
oh,
[it is like leaping once from a mountain,
then kneeling at
the earth's core;
with wind still whistling
past your ears]
yes.
April 11th, 2006 at 4:00 pm
I refuse to believe this poem is about anything other than me.