I can never tell you
Too much or too little
Nothing more real than
The bizarre fiction of reality
Spindles reeling off madly
Our kites soar far beyond mangling.
I remain also, bound
to my silences, as they come.
As swooshing ocean waves
Gently murmur
Our world of dialogues such
is only as rich
as your imagination.
Penned Nov 3, 2009.
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