cluttering the net since 2001

tim - poem

Tuesday, May. 14, 2002


in new sunshine

my eyes close

against thoughts

of something new

the old paint mixes

with new color

no longer muddy

iím colored clear

i donít want to think anything
i want it to be a notion

that just is

rather than

to crochet

you into something,

the many of anything

gone astray

i wish for

that which will just be true

the past, the present

the future

is all the same

merry go ride

only this time

i donít long for the gold ring

iíve already changed inside

this time

i want to see your you

and keep my mine

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