Of Tangent's
So we come in driftsof cause,
thought and justifed
to sustain.
Placed in space of potential
and sequence,
to develop format
and wieght.
And from every angle
of intent...
And from every pore
of being...
We equate.
Recieved and made
to fit.
Dressed in restless
will's.
Ever Developing.
Ever Adrift.
Poetry by Mathieu
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Written on 2006-10-16 at 16:42
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