Groping for something that will never be there
without breaking, hurting and pain.
Feeling what is there and softly sinking
wishing for both, not either, not or.
Rivers flow through the mind, twisting
and turning through thoughts tempest,
Flashes of lighting and thunder,
illuminating and rendering all.
Sept 2nd 2012 12:14, edited dec 27th 2012
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