Friday, May 16, 2003

An eclipse they say
Darkened the moon
Last night
Towards the end of the day

I could not see
Clouds in the way
So was it
Real or unreal

I tend to believe
What I see with the eye
What I touch
What I hear
What I smell

I tend to ignore
What I can't
When I can't
See the sum
Or the end

The future is there
But real or surreal
Will know
At the end

But I keep
Moving on
To the end
Of my time

1 step
1 scent
1 sight

And try not to trip
In the dark
Or the light

'Til all's understood
In the end

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