03 December 2007
1:02 PM
13You missed the big picture.
The way out is from within.
Watch the stumble tumble fumble (yes
that one) for the right words;
watch the fallen petals pealed from rose;
turn the hands of time and watch it tick away.
This is power,
here is the curved space I've created.
This is unbridled reticence,
the bittersweet nighttime where sound and creaking form regret,
congealed in your mind.
you gave me a hand, and told me to hold it.
It was holding on; that was the plan,
and the promise.
