Wednesday, June 14, 2006

this needs a title (and some editing?)

our crossing paths
caused me to lose
faith in the
labrynth,
your bull head
stunning in
my subconscious sun;
to my mind's eye,
little else
rests upon these
stumbling stones
of faith.
transformation,
recreation.
a mighty song
of fallen gods,
unrequited walls
barring our
statures.

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