Friday, July 01, 2005

Whorling, marching, lurching, wretching,
This chaos lies deep within...
Somewhere inside, memories hide,
And I dream of a land, never been.
In my mind I am lost, but fascinated,
As sequences reel in rewind...
Dark things, and discoveries, awaiting,
And light beyond that which can bind
Curiousity, lost in awakening,
A loose missing point in time...
These patterns that whirlwind around me,
Forever tying a mind


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