blank_verse nom i_do_not_write_for_you i_am_not_a_poet blue veins spilling red ink breaking form the swift concentric flow of heart to heart unaltered_passages image_unseen empty_page 030930 ... oldephebe brilliant the crystalline enamoured breaths of an authentic poet.. 030930 ... lauren i can't find the right one and the news said the eclipse would be at high noon. what happened? i was dreaming again, lost in a fog and that's all it was. a spell. almost a psychotic episode. no big ordeal it's gone now. goodbye fairy demons. 040210 what's it to you? who go blather from