Monday

YOU NEVER CHASE ME

And hands clap, but sounds that will never be heard are pouring from the hills. Her eyelids are heavy with the guilt of their lust but she is never frightened by it. Smiles never lie, but similies do, and a thousand miles of water won't scare your inner child. I long for reasons, but the truth is too far from the tongue of a poet. If a tree falls in the forest and a man stands beneath it, do his last words mean anything to God? Questions are always answered by silence and the sound of palms mistaking themselves for drums.

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