Tuesday, December 06, 2005

Omens Mistook

omens mistook, distorted
a blind eye turned to the truth
opportunities denied
for it's fear that drives
sleek greyhound of youth

cinnamon sand has run
it's course through hourglass
path steeply grown
once i'd've flown
before metaphysical kick-in-the-ass

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