Friday, September 10, 2010

9/9

Miss you as ever I have, mourning all we had,
Admitting the tremors through the topography
Of my life

Requires accepting a revolution of the soul
Beyond the bounty that measured our time
To territory isolated.

Our landscape will not change back, ever;
And history, by its nature, must change,
Has no choice.

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