In my self,
I have been God.
In my imagination,
I have created.
In a brightness,
I have seen beauty.
Like a creeper around a tree,
I have felt love all over me.
Like a fruit on its branch,
I have seen me bear its fruit.
Like a pine in the cold,
I have pined for the sky.
I have rafted the rapids,
I have run behind mirages,
I have been to the end of the sky,
I have been locked up,
I have been loved,
I am alone.
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
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