Oct 21, 2010 20:06
Outlining shades of elegance, tracing out delicate consonants, threading in all manner of sins and souls. Shapes grasped in open air. Pulsations in vehemence birth rhythms and eagerness, excitement. Heart-bare and guileless, sly smiles, cold eyes; the same story from line to line.
I can that I am: we're listening.
i can that i am,
pseudo-poetry