Moving Forward
Thoughts are racing.
They are mine
What's the use
In harboring mines.
Coal in keeping
Seething bliss
Hiding by
A midnight kiss.
Turning points
Are here to stay
Not in mine,
But in your way.
Bonding in
This couch of red
Voices leaving
From my head.
Air is clearing
Smokeless stacks
As I get
Up off the rafts.
Selling secrets
Value's none.
Yours are yours
And mine
Is none.
5-31-09
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