tiger-tamers and leashed puppies

some held down by their love some held up for it is how it usually happens how it usually goes some are praised and banners flown in the name of their love or loves and passions or lusts and some lost poor souls left wringing their hands, locked under the paster of tehir love kept away from life and light kept from daylight kept from the world and learning getting it getting it down or getting it right (it's sometimes the same) and we (most of us) are just hammering out like piano keys the ways of the future.

we (each one) is damned or blamed or drawn from like blood from wounds unhealed, unforgotten, unforgiven. get by is all anyone should ask.

2004-07-02 | 10:40 p.m.
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