May 26, 2007 18:06
Pigment.
"Do I dare disturb the universe?" says the nurse in room 4,
just moments before a heart bursts into laughter;
the lovers in the lobby lived happily ever after.
Just poetic enough to call your bluff
on every man's hand that met your demands.
(like waves hate sand.)
We are algae-smitten words
written in the tide.
They say, "We will be remembered by the content of our character,
not for being crucified."