Tuesday, October 13, 2009

I get along.

That which we Love
Eventually will Love us back.
If not through concord
Then through the thirst with which a thing
Needs another's shadow more
Than it needs its own.

This path which we sow--
D'you see it?!
It must be blood,
The richness of iron and
Dusting caress with the moon.

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