#434. lost

November 17, 2010

your rules
are the breadcrumbs
obsession is the hungry bird
who turns love into a dark dense woods
turn loose
the hunter from your
natural heart light the lamps
before you leave your warm safe house
your rules

many trees to make a bridge
a walking bridge
between two famed shores
sustain the trees
and maintain ourselves
bridge the gap
between Living and we who
walk in the Forest
as the ghosts of new york
diverse and growing

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