Sunday, May 30, 2010


Somewhere inside my soul
I try to talk about this
in a way that will make
you be drawn to me.

I sing of the me you
are in one last
early try to let you live.
If I imagine myself

in your absence, nothing
manages to happen.
But in the wild light
of January I invite us

both into a secret sorrow
and turn the meaning off.

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