Road to Reprieve

Thinking aloud. Trying to understand the things around me. Pseudo-intellectual conversations with Robin. And dealing with a new chapter in this book I call my life.

Friday, May 05, 2006


She is
That most perfect art

Her eyes
Small funhouse mirrors
Giving you countless interpretations of
Yourself

She is
That exquisite maze

Leaving you clues
So you can find your way lost
Over and over again

She is
That rarest of gems

A prism
Bending light
Always sending out more
Than she takes in

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