Thursday, July 17, 2008

Three lines to heaven

This day I cross the rain washed bridge,
I feel not the stream that flows beneath.

This day I pass the burned brick house,
I feel not the fire that burns within.

This day I row with lost broken paddles,
I feel not the ripples in my dream.
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  1. UnknownSeptember 11, 2011 at 4:57 PM

    With this title, I was stuck with the image of the 3 power lines to 01 in the matrix... only to find something totally different.

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