My head is empty, As a great hall
The words
They echo, Off the wall

Thursday, May 6, 2010

On the Way

Waiting.
 Minutes now, any.
                     Likely to be many.
     Waiting.
Inconsistent, is consistent.
          (Waiting.)
Sun and Sand. My sanity.
         Sane.
                  And waiting.
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