xxi: more than yesterdays

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a reason

Isaiah 55:11 : so is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what i desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.

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i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

intertext

tai
lu
mikan
janice
qiao
dawn

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words

and she ran the width
between stars and concrete
in a zig-zag pattern
with a hazy look.

it is not hard to fly
it is much harder to stay
to tread on the edge of the skyline
and wait

for a moment of union
where two sides meet
crossing the void through
the firmness of lips.

no, not a kiss
a whisper at most
or a frantic yelling
in some acrobatic prose.

it is not hard to try
it is much harder to prove
that it was really she running
and that there was use

for her.

Labels: my poetry

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