Our truest life is when we are in our dreams awake. - Henry D. Thoreau

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

refraction

Here lie three paths
Take one, hold it, refract
Pull together with force the ideas on strings that breathe into our web
Absence of fuel begins cessation of machines: the living
Working workers work for a point long since passed among no historians
Do not evacuate!
A seat for us in the forest awaits its use before hearts clash
The replacements arrive on cue, turn back
Separation from the voids submit existence to the remainder
oPEN UP - whole
w I d e

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