Friday, September 10, 2010


Wishing of a world unpopulated
so that no hatred or memories could thrive in.
Sanatoriums scattered to those wandering life forms.
Hallucinatory steeples form where trees grow so tall
to form trapezoids.
They give one the feeling of contradiction.
Free birds roam weaving the seeds of life,
and the two feet of a woman run faster and farther
then a car once did.

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