| feel real, be relational Lives/lines so short, continue forever See infinity in the very chaos of trees. I push until the connection is lost and don't realize the tape is on the ground. Growing in pieces you hold me together Blowing in the middle go out like a feather. I creep the edge and its end. Parallel the mind, body and soul. Bleeding forth what the life has given (me) Just take it for all its worth. It means the light, the smallest glimpse of God. 2001 Christa Midcap |
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