Declining Desire
Declining Desire
Thank you for a hand, raisin a waning wieny,
for paying lip service to resur-******** of the dying.
Thank you for taking into your motherhood, my little man,
allowing him to feel, to touch, to give as much as he can.
Thank you for taking in his homeless dreams, for the moment,
for within me there is no dreams and within you
their dreams will not but touch the silver lining
before their little souls, with their big dreams, ascend
into all the universes, trying to find more than an end.
B. J. “A” 2
May 19th 2006
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