Green lights and city streets,
His eyes droop to the melodies.
Voices and laughter plunge into the depths
Wash away the remnants of his regret.
I wish for the ups of life. The uncanny valleys and canyons are much too numerous and sporadic.
The last thing I want to do is fall when I reach the top.
Saturday, April 05, 2008
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