There is a tree
To which I cling
as the rope
pulls at my throat
There is one snag
in my resolve
Why does the tree
not help at all?
Friday, October 17, 2008
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the Divine Romance
of a Liquid State
Metaphoric of his faithfulness.
He is solid, and I am liquid.
He is unchanging.
I cannot help but change.
He is Solid, reliable.
I am Liquid, unfaithful.
One minute I worship him.
One minute I worship myself.
A Lacking Explanation.
All Explanation Lacking.
Metaphoric of his faithfulness.
He is solid, and I am liquid.
He is unchanging.
I cannot help but change.
He is Solid, reliable.
I am Liquid, unfaithful.
One minute I worship him.
One minute I worship myself.
A Lacking Explanation.
All Explanation Lacking.
to Remind me Who I am
People who put up with me
the Things I really Love
- Grace
- Mischevious grins
- People
- Frisbee
- Curiosity
Where to go from here
Fish Fries Fiddle Fickle Fragile Agile Filling Foul Forest Fountain First
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