Ha...

the mired mirth... the tragic impulse...
body’s heat… heart’s strands
life’s cross-sections… sundry jams
emotion deprivation… plenty continuity
dawn dusk… breathe life

The start of feb in 2007

Folds on my sheet and folds in my thought scream away…
The sheet reminds me the need for touch, sensation and pleasure
The thought transcends the obvious and judges my action…
and I exist everywhere… on that sheet and in that mind