Feb 22, 2006 17:50
In your house,
I am dead(pan)
(I draw the line
At burning flags.)
With the light switches and
The bedcovers turned down.
In the darkness and the
Cobwebs, secret fingers
Collide.
(The abstraction of a symbol for freedom
Is freedom. Therefore, To burn a symbol
Is meaningless.)
In his dark eyes, separate worlds end,
Over and over, until they
Come home for good.