Wednesday, August 4, 2004

A Part of Me

You keep on falling
In this hole
I never meant to dig.
Floundering,
then rising…
Plummeting,
then soaring…
Scratching the edgeless walls,
of this guttural darkness,
as black as perspiring wells
of summer twilights.
You keep on falling.
In this hole
I never meant to dig.
Unceasingly becoming
a part of me.