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Back to The Reading Lamp
Back to Tim's poetry Amble the Pasted Pathswe don't posses the opposite of love we're consumed by the absence there of always looking elsewhere for whatever & of course all else contained there in made out to be what we're not walking paths we found in books explaining visions & ideas & shrapnel another green theory to hang to the mantle connections failed with passing sensation we have no reason to deny temptation sticking around & up for my acquaintence now i'm broke & in need of naintenance in the dark we poetically lost our spark litter here for fun in our heart's park i found the time to walk out a time or two please come with us on (y)our paths too still looking for what's better than not being knowing blind through seeing is believing i'm ready to go to a place i know i don't plant plants yet i reap what i sow. Tim © 1998 |