Lead Me To This Place
leave me- at once- the sky
will free me, breathe me
out. the likes of going no-
where, the same as going
everywhere- somewhere is
far too simple. running
full speed, i tripped in your
dimple, i let your face
lead me to this place.
progression is no race, the
lesson is all movement
is still.
Copyright © Rachel Hart | Year Posted 2008
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