in my mind
A character in this reality, each of us is a character in each episode. Everyone else is watching in another reality. Who is to say what is known? What if all that is known is just perceived? Everything we know is almost everything that we have been told. If our ancestors figured their own truths, why are we not looking for our own?
-in my mind
Love in between
In the reachable place
I found a palace
with freshly cut
sun bleached grass
It is presented
under the white sheer
that feels like nothing
on the gold tone flesh
I found love
for myself
and I play with it
until my trembling love
sends my quivering voice
to moan under the moon
© EOU 2009
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