Hopelessly, desperately
I float, ascending to the stars,
Never so pure a brilliant feeling shone,
Blinding the rest,
Blotting out traces of dark,
We pour ourselves into novels exchanged,
Daily, consistent as dialogue,
Grounded so heavily, impossible to be exhumed.
4.28.2009
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