I Looked
i saw you;
your inside
sung across
a page.
such worry,
such insight
i stopped asserting
when i knew
i knew nothing but what i feel,
i look
for beauty -
i look
for truth,
without
a hope
of ever
touching it,
like a vagrant
warming by
a campfire
burning
dollar bills.
by
googleposted on 10/30/2009
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thanks grunty.
thanks chiwa also.