Untitled - October 12, 2002

An illicit pleasure --
falling 
through a haze
of clouds
into
a pool of sensation
that is the weakest
reflection
of the wave of 
emotion
that cascades
from within.

Every moment
that passes
becomes
a mirror
of one another
until all
the points
converge
into one single
point
of
pain/pleasure.

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