Thursday, July 21, 2011


Those places in the mind
exist in the world
or in our minds
it does not matter which
because they end up like that
Like music
the tenors sing low
Anywhere you go
Those lines on the page
are the fractals of your memory
The dance is what you make it
So make it good
Pictures of your heart
are on the wall
for all
to see
Make them last
Sing and make it last

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