defi2009–present |
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stone1994–1993 |
2 September 2001
That I might purge myself
of all uncleanliness
in the hidden chambers
of my heart.
That I might learn
to see with greater clearness
through these eyes
empoisoned with regret.
That I might with
these heavy hands
smooth the wrinkles
in our forgotten face.
Copyright © 2001 Charles Fry
eternal Your guarded silence is a wall I sleep blindly at the bottom of a fish tank, My world is lost unto myself that i There are days The only true measure solace sentenced to a living death sometimes my love nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky windows With each new birth