Sunday, February 18, 2007
Truths Perversions
Dancing in the moonlight gaze
My minds eye all a haze
I hear not the thump at my feet
I smell not the blood that seep
The sticky floor slows me not
I must dance and have no time for thought
All the shutters have been sown shut
No light flutters in my minds hut
2 hours cookbook at 3:45:00 AM
