things are..
clear
then they're
murky
and muddled
and your head,
hurts
and you wonder
if it's
all,
you?
and you long
for the clarity
that you may not want,
to but have to
see
for the spiderless
webs
to be blown,
away
with that
cleansing
breath
borne of
as of yet
to be realised,
lurking
wisdom.
Chrissie 09.24.06