Postby 2dead2cry » Thu Aug 21, 2003 7:34 pm
safe trips
City of blue tile
Figure in Ceramics
Where we reach out
Grab for Porcelain
But its too fragile to hold
And it shatters in our hands
In time the seasons will seal these shards
Into the slits that denote your wrists
Death is the answer
To calculations composed of motions that are the same
And secret and different A missing alphabet with a message for us
When people die
They take a piece of us with them
And holes in clouds are minutes passing
Rescind this line and several ties