Having Taken Vows
As if you could save
me and in this save the world,
you sling your color
forth into gray space
expecting response as if
I would say right things,
surgical strikes at
the holiest heart of truths,
as if your drawn lines
would square the circle
I lie in squirming under
God's wide ranging eyes
and all things would shift, and I
love you for this dream.
September 6, 2010 8:55 AM
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The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.