Wednesday, May 02, 2007


Bare feet treading slowly,
Firmly in the embers.
Why do the soles not burn?
Where am I now?
Which way is up?
My senses refuse to corroberate,
Will illusion fade to reveal
The real?
The Tangeble?
I reach out, naked and vulnerable,
I beseech you to take my hand,
Complete the bridge of faith.
Find solid ground together,
not struggle through this maze alone.
I feel you near.


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