Infinite
Infinite
Dawn it touches, never knowing, never caring.
A seed sprouts, something dies, a voice cries.
It spreads it’s wings and touches another.
They swim together to the anointed place.
Blossoms unfold and fall asunder.
Two are one, constricted space.
Dawn it touches, never knowing, never caring.
A seed sprouts, something dies a voice cries.
6/2/09
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