'll decide the end of this chapter
white knuckles in mahogany
cherry poppers, knotted rafter
rose hipped petals for the eyes of the body
i'll decide the position of the skies
the scattering of stale crumb
sealed letters, well rendered goodbyes
the witty word of an ironic pun
the angle of the pillow
the farenheit of the air
the ready sweep of the willow
the syllables of the prayer
the point of departure
the gate's latch, runway and time
the exact transition over
the escalation of the climb
the bird will be buried
once every last feather falls
the fragile will be married
when the twin ghosts cease their brawl
the silent will chose the weapon
and amplify an ancient hum
yes i'll decide the finale
a loose dictation of the one
Thursday, May 19, 2005
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