Friday, May 28, 2010

Hearts No man's land

Stepped foot swing aimlessly
Down the road, without certainty
Run
Stop
Erratic

The spy who is almost blind
Looking grim
Open
Closed
Although not understand

Tongues of the nearly rigid
Said without hesitation
Utter
Silent
As if to know everything

Ears are almost deaf
Hear every day
All votes
Without limits
But without trace

Aimless steps
The spy who sees the darkness
Tongues of the steamy without feeling
Ears that hear in deafness
From the heart no man's land

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