Wednesday, June 3, 2009

407. WE ARE PLACED HERE

WE ARE PLACED HERE
to reinforce one another...
that we are both in the light.
Some mongrel's voice is coming
through the curtains from another
room - in which I do not have to
dwell. By stepping foot inside,
I'd know I was already lost.
It's been said that poets have
certain ways to which they always
revert in their writing. I deem that
this may be so; maybe it is not,
but I would never know. For I
was born to fly backwards.

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