torek, oktober 25, 2005

DERAILED

Tiny patterns we hold on to
Daily
To purblindly follow inaudible
Shipshape
Alphabetical word order
Like breathing
Sensing
Loving the fresh scent of washed hair
Indulgence of velvet skin caressing hidden thoughts
Then a touch of the unknown
Pierces through our compound
And the System collapses
Like dominoes

Sometimes a breeze of a promise does it
Sometimes a playful smile

When we least expect it
Those dark, solid eyes smack
Our scribbled schedule
Pull us in
And we better start swimming in them
Or sink

So little it takes
For us
To derail
Into obscure

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