Saturday, February 01, 2003
poised between once and will be
i stand like a statute, straddling this intersection where old memories let out quiet gasps the ancient air from which future dreams emerge hope itself is always in the present a faint glimmer underneath a haze of present circumstances the sparkle so small that eyes must strain to catch it lest it become lost to my dim sight but that light so small and fragile a haunting that fuels the strings of sleepless nights where a wandering mind yearns to find it that passion, that purpose just beyond finding the signpost to point the way to move forward |
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in?scrip?tion (n-skrip-shun)n.
the facts.
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