Wednesday, December 29, 2004

One day

One day at a time
Each step creeks like my feet are on backwards
Over the woods and through the river, bitter cold water in my shoe seeps like a well deserved tragedy.
Not that playing God is overrated, but finding a path for my foot to tread might change the axis of my revolutions.
Upside down and back to back, I face myself.
Red with white jagged zig zags tear through the feng shui of my mind.

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