Patterns
Shadows lurkbeneath a covered surface
sprouts upon us
willing depth
wavering to find
a new way out.
Laughing lines
appear so slowly
pounding each of these
to breath this air just once again.
Smothered secrets
bags around my head of reason
breaking free
amidst the arm of shattered pleasure.
Liking whom and which and that
which causes reason
Match the patterns on my cloth
that keeps me warm.
12-31-09
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