����������� Here

 

Sighing for reasons unknown

Lost a game of luck

����������� �warm as yellow� she says through sultry lips of gold.

Encapsulated elation

����������� I feel

����������� I ache

����������� I sob

I secure myself here for physical hibernation

����������� of some sort.

A cut above my right eye

����������� throbbing lights and glistening orbs

����������� float right through my face

����������� back towards the Sun.

 

Strumming blasts-maybe not at all

not even a bit unhappy-simply here.

Not a yesterday to remind

Or a tomorrow to aspire-

����������� Just Now.

 

24 April 2004