Thursday, March 08, 2007


Like a ghost at the window
a tap subtle stir within

a vision of hungry clouds
angry charging tempting sea

she rises raging
to swallow to consume

hands reach out for salvation

who can know in such moments

whether a door found is an exit

or a comforting illusion

a dream within dream

a divine choking joke

sometimes the lines are faded

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