Monday, October 03, 2005

 

Friday's scrawl

Troubling with the villains
Of other people’s history
Questionable if only from
The prism through which
It’s cast,
What does that mean for
The moment it could fulfill
In my near future
Years separate from what it
Meant in another’s
Echoing past?
A dream of lustful hunger
That has lingered
These decaying years,
What harm is there really
If my moans never reach
His ears?

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