The Actor
Trapped by his passion
Lost in his art
Stealing other`s lines to mark his own
At war with his world
Guevera`s child in search of
The dust mote that defines his essence
Always out of reach
Dancing on the sunlight knifing through
A fly specked window
alone with the breath of
future thoughts
Poetry by josephus
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Written on 2007-02-01 at 12:50
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