By it dosent matter
Date: 2002 Aug 18
Comment on this Work
[[2002.08.18.20.44.3718]]

a callin

can any feel a callin
in the lonely reaches of the night
between each and every pulse
a labor of life between each tick
of a slowly beating heart
how can one know despair
when they feel that tremble
deep in veins itself
that marks off time
with each second it throbs
a constant call
that must one cover their heads
with pillows soft
held so very tight
in quiet desperation
to block out the sound
understanding it comes from within
not without