Sunday, January 27, 2008

sundays are soft and fleshy

like a baby just woke up no fire in his eyes
there are only a few hours in the day allowed
for soft and fleshy for in the next few hours you must
put on your armour and prepare for the world
fierce and fighting

at least today i no longer feel angst
nor sadness
enveloped by the warmth that the rain brought in

it's going to get quiet without the frivolity of friends
and that is going to be a lonely day

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