On the brink of raised eyebrows
Question like death
On the long wrist of passion
Heavy
Core of my Agenda
Breeds disparate isolation
Gnawing at the cords
That bond to fulfillment
Heavy
Finger in the air
Curving graceful orbs
They glow like neon
Fading to absence
Heavy
Droplets collect in pools
Splintered from their origin
Shallow reflections beg
Invitation to their depth
Jump to sink, and so
Finding my conscience
Heavier
2/17/08
