| Noche Buena Given the time I am somehow more now. The end of the end holds opposite beginnings. Take a step down with your feet in the air. Gazing around and forever building up to the next big pitfall. Root through variable winds and the next long blank. Choppiness, the aura of my soles. Mumbled, the rumor of my eyes. Speaking in paralleled nothingness I long for the one yet to come. 2001 Christa Midcap |
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