An incident
Is kneeling Begging for pity The black dog The empty street Is crossing the consciousness The lights tingling The windows open Through the window The rose skin of snake Is flowing Memories Are not enough The dog is entreating Some aliens Collecting the crystals Of the breath The constant squealing Of the brakes Which compassion The dog is yelling The street Is turning back And hiding faded eyes In the web-hissing Cellars of time Packed with Half rotten icon boards Of what once Sympathy * Written February 26th, 2002 © on Feb 26 2002 05:51 AM PST 0 • 12
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"Is kneeling..."