fragmented

Nov. 21st, 2005 07:56 pm
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Where you are
where you go
what you see
what you taste
Is not where I am;
not where I can go
Not what I see.
I taste only fragments
of the memory of you
that the cool night air
rushes upon
too quickly
and disperses you
like fog
gossamer threads
trailing across the blue-black sky

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