Friday, March 11, 2005

> a dance for tomorrows

there are no tomorrowstomorrows inevitable never comestho the past remains a concrete slab a pillar of history a factual insistence a spokenfact a memory raw with rage and passiontomorrows are but whispers in the wind intangible writings in the skies a formless moving cloudimage a mirage for the needy and desperatea twisted calendar that never changes taunting you with the slight flip of the next

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