Human

One silent black streak

a world of sorrow

down one wavy line

blue stained glass shattered



Foundation of a culture

written in peach cream

mutilated by pastel shadows

water colors of the enemy



stepping out of the sun

burned, but breathing

living an altered existence

making me human

Author's Notes/Comments: 

2~7~2002

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in the good graces of... nice thoughts