Friday, August 31, 2007


If all were deaf but to speech
And blind but to features
If all lacked touch but the physical
And smelt nothing without air

If front teeth said it all
And hair color changed meaning
If fingernails told truth
And freckles proved poor markings

If wind turned you to sand
And water turned you earth
If fire turned you to ash
And coldness turned you ice

And you were yet inside all these . . .

I'd have you still
I'd have you still

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