Saturday, September 27, 2008

Steeply Sloped Sliding

As if steeply sloped, I'm slipping down to you.
It's too steep to track back up or reverse;
if you let me I'll slide right down and in,
can't help myself from this helplessness,
no footholds handholds heartholds headholds;
thought holds down heart.

tell me to forget about it, that you already have.
tell me the truth, but tell me there's nothing to this,
nothing to think but thought itself (too much of you),
nothing to want but want itself (disappointment, too).
Drawn to this attraction should I erase it,
debase, replace and ignore every trace of it?

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