steps
flesh drops as the taste shatters
in a mouth full
of words,
but saying nothing.
there is no more time.
and the scenario doesn't even exist yet.
it just floats in the mind
of the weary...
...traveler through this life
wading around fears and hidden messages...
appear only to those with open souls.
i thought mine was open
now i just don't know.
This poem was written by soulspin on Oct 03, 1999.
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