7/18/2009

Evolution

They say this life
is dangerous. Cross over
to the other life,
the one unbroken.

Here, the ancient ways,
the bitter ways evolve
into the sweetest blossom;
in love's leisure

the head is bowed, hands
are folded, lips are moving.
Then, like tails of star,
we hurry across the nightsky,

briefly, then burn out.

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