Monday, August 31, 2009

outside in

dreams that are fraught
with an awakening
a celestial space-ining
lining the walls of my mind
and painting pictures
that are visible only
from the inside out
outside in
she looks in
and i look out
and in
to her inside out
outside in
the hues of her splendor
blending into mine
one can begin
where the other ends
interlocking twists of fragile moments
made stronger by depth
made stronger by what's left

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