Friday, April 29, 2011

Synapse.

Of the slightest that I could feel,
never thought I'd embrace you with open arms.

Just when I'm about to leave,
to the pool of sinking gravity.

It was a mere collide,
distanced with a consistent pattern,
a terrene formula not taken for granted-
wasn't even supposed to surpass the point of threshold,
no synapsis incurred,

hypothesis defied,
nobody failed,

I was lifted.

Which was why I responded with a connection.

Good morning,
wish I could put a smile on your face.


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