Sometimes I feel like writing; I don't claim that what I write is good,
but I like reading what I have written.
2005/feb-21
Mon Feb 21 04:49:50 EST 2005
real delirium
it's freezing how hot it is
and maddening how quickly slow
the hard water hits my hands
and how sharp and soft it is
as it drives me insane
how straight the runners go
as they slow around the bend
racing to the finish
of the fastest one
who made it last
and was almost me just now
as i rest safely
barely hanging on for dear life
on the brink of the edge
well within the world tree's embrace
regarding all as they regard me
undecided with certainty
at the first branch
keep an eye on that choice i don't make
and carefully undecide your choices
with determination based on mine
endangered within the refuge
of the tree as it falls down
we all safely rest in peace
almost alive