Feb 04, 2009 15:12
"I recall my father
strong and sturdy
solid as the ground.
I recall my mother
early morning
waiting for the sun.
Demurred by the strength of my father
Enthroned by the grace of my mother
They'll still hang around.
I recall my lovers
Their many colors
and what was never found.
I recall my brother
cause only brothers
never wander far."
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i guess i'm just thinking how crazy it is that you can hear or read something and it belongs to you. it's yours and you gave it life, even though... well, obviously you didn't.
you know?
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