Sunday, June 19, 2005
Knots have formed
at half angles
where none existed
in previous visits.
In all the awkward
places, really.
Joining thread to
broken thread, and
becoming dishelved
pieces fused together -
so impossible to break.

For they are words,
exhaled at chest level –
and sentences so desperate
to be spoken.
But they remain bound,
after all, that is what knots
do best.
 
This template is called "shattered pieces of my soul", a modification of "The Light : The Sound". (c) 2005 Daniel Josph Xhan. Use and modify at your own discretion.