Thursday, November 30, 2006
56 Is This The Pineal Gland, Of Which I've Heard So Much?
I was here not long ago,
this rocky alcove of my mind:
watching memoirs made and lost
from within this frosty rind;
chasing anger through its hairy maze;
falling into tryst with lust and desire;
asking pride to sit back down,
remove its gaudy feather; and
catching again the scent of humility,
its precise purpose here unknown.
Next Chapter: You're The Reason