Monday, June 26, 2006

38. "Anvil of Paint"
Ordinary sorrow turns · to fancy math in making's mirror;
coruscating waltz absorbs · your burning rain in making's mirror.

Now among black shards i go · and though i'm only passing through,
i want to know i took my blur · and taught it war in making's mirror.

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