There’s no mystery to it

No real story

No excuses.

 

It was,

Is.

 

Fleeting though the moments

The reality true

Truth beauty.

 

It was,

Is.

 

Awakening senses still

Captured sobriety

Alive.

 

It was,

Is.

 

Restored to wonderful being

With no apologies

Eros, my thanks.

 

I am.

 

2/19/2006

Paris, France

 

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