be_coming dafremen Weathered hands Have touched my soul Beseeched the morning As she roams Reach for what? You do not know Still staring out to sea I feel that you Allude to me Cannot stop this Be-coming Becoming you Becoming me Harder than The hardest stone Meets that sharp twist In the road Beyond its turns? We do not know But reflectivity Steeling you It tempers me Cannot steer this Be-coming Becomes to you As you to me As I to ever Be-coming. 041212 ... whitechocolatewalrus days swim by untouched and fulfilled so many more days and i have become something look back and somehow i am not little anymore i have learned i have lived i have become me the same me as before but different like the sun chasing the moon 041212 what's it to you? who go blather from