Wicked
From one to another
in fracture and structure.
The one man that can stop me is me.
The evergreen forest of my mind
parts the wind effortlessly.
As the winding roads straightens
once again to point me home.
I am but once removed and reminded
of just how wicked i can be.
Copyright © Malcolm Dyer | Year Posted 2007
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