Monday, June 29, 2009

Chord-On Blu


When you asked, I questioned,
When you answered, I turned,
When I moved in the instant,
Lept ahead, lesson learned.

When we tore through the riddle,
Spun the story now old,
Made the space in between us,
Left there to unfold.

In truth, the abandoned,
Spirit we bring,
Claimed no interaction,
Dodged each cautious sting.

The honest illusion,
From the battle of drums,
Returns the connection,

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