if an april fool's day could be a forgiving dream

Apr 28, 2009 18:38

With hands warm and disinfected, the surgeon makes clear and uniform incisions.
A burden of dependency and conversations is left to fingertips chalk and losing the ledge.
The scalpel like a kitana separates the swollen past with its brown teeth
from the newborn future.
It's all so red, so frightening.
Having no excess flesh or tumor,
the patient can build roads with new found freedom.
Roads with no anastesia and paved with lotus petals.
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