Tuesday, September 11, 2012

sonnet two hundred nineteen

you lie where the threads
begin to unravel the
destiny we thought we
were making, and we

turn to a corner that
holds all beliefs and
disbeliefs, the alleys
that embrace faith

in the existence of things
that cannot be seen
nor touched -

and we understand
that such is enough to
keep desiring.

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