libro 3
'timore e xanadu'
conclusion
in a circle closing
end to end
we are complimenting arcs
smiles like sharks
end to end - head to head
we are in this tangled embrace
tight enough to bind ghosts
elements in flux
light to dark
ying to yang, she sang-
"yes" in a thousand colors,
hyperspace,
there exists a frozen place
-a Xanadu-
where a thousand years could pass in a look
a smile,
a kiss,
lotus eaters...
aren't we all?
born
unborn
and born again
i hit the floor.