Jan 2011
I carry the ghost of "what was"
along with the spectre "to be",
still chained to the rock of "I am";
the birds of time swoop down on me.
along with the spectre "to be",
still chained to the rock of "I am";
the birds of time swoop down on me.
1/31/2011 JMF
(Jurassic Park, FL)
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