Tuesday, March 30, 2004
2:15 AM: A Humble Request
soon you'll come near again, and
i'll wish i could prove
existence of what hangs in the air between us-
you still won't name it!
meanwhile by day, i see
tension in your lines,
the same crackling solitude of a trillion grains of sand
parched to desperation in the sahara they lie in,
and wondrous like you,
and grand.