Wednesday, September 06, 2006

The cry of Rust...

some alchemy that begins
finds no peace in ending
the longevity
of the tide of demise
is only seeming

stories told
your words beat softly
against my face
like the winds
of bird wings flutter

love me
love my rust
along with my label
words still clear
you can read me
touch me and know.


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