From the days I spent with a passion
I was flicked into the interstice between two times
I in the future for me in the past and
I from the past for me in the future
intersect each other in a valley of time-space.
Delicate triangle of pleasant unbalance
had come to pieces,
and you are getting distant from me again.
the summer had begun
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
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