Friday, May 6, 2005


beautiful hands, the mind and the touch,
to create fantasies from thoughts and such.
the world is a book, a place to read,
not somewhere she can bleed.

follow the threads to where they may go,
as lines in the shadows solemnly glow;
the way of the world: not something we need:
art is an addiction we dare to feed.

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