Saturday, 25 December 2010


She desperately wants a glass of water.
Sun shining, through the window, hazey and diffuse

sun scatters, segments space
born again, alive today
sends me whirlwind in a trace
alive today, in tune again

hypnotic paths are made
in tune again, defiant yet
a gentle thud

but she cannot reach it though it's in reach.

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