Friday, July 3, 2009

But, you can dream.

Reality, ( a dying breed )
ebbing, falling, ceasing.
whisper
a thousand vibrations,
Hate,
a million less ( or more )
Ignorance, falling through;
/the leaves/
A thousand vibrations ( as the pebble breaths)
Streets of empty energy, surge through me
( like the ocean )
Trains of man,
flow.
You are almost,
speaking the dream.
The taste of;
Wisdom,
( the old man's despair )
Understand,
you must pay the fare.

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