Black bird
__________
I understand that which is my burden
But not that which is my fate
Little bird with black wing
Who goes flying thru your room
The red music that plays
Is from many centuries ago
So go, little haven
That we call time
Into what we cannot recall
The best thing of all it was
To not know anything
And still be breathing
Thursday, December 07, 2006
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