By kevin urenda
Date: 15 March 2000
sense
You convict my mind with
such fierceness and finality
that there is
rioting in the streets that I wander
alone at night
when the restlessness
of holding in what could never be
contained inside me only
you welcome what
I can no longer hold inside me
and I am almost struck dumb
without any way to express
the overwhelming feeling
of having knowledge about
the thoughts you share with me
of a beauty that is never senseless
03.15.00
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