a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing
Showing posts with label cross. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cross. Show all posts

Sunday, April 19, 2015

The Cross

It's a circle
it's a square
i hide
i care not
what you see is not me but only what you wish to be
square
a circle

the girl is gone
mind is mine
try to take
body is mine
you cannot
hear her cries
a circle

Leave now
i have no name
she hides
no shame
she hides
in a square
a circle

toss your book
your cross
your sainted look
no reaching 
what is not here
your water brings no fear
a circle
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