into the distance a ribbon of black
streched to the point of no turning back
the flight of fancy on a wind swept field standing here alone my senses reeled
a fatal attraction holding me fast
how can i escape this irrisistable grasp
cannot keep my eyes from the circling skys
tounge tide and twistsed just a earthbound misvit I
ice is forming on the tips of my wings
unheeded warnings i thought id thought of everything
no navigator to guildmy way home
unladened and empty and turned to stone
a soul in tention thats learning.................
2007-07-25
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