Intensity

Intensity Propensity No sense to me Not whatsoever Clever words and deeds I dread What shall I do before I'm dead? Celerity the Clarity of walking beaches, soft in sand the leeches of my brain constrain me peaches falling through a cotton gown go down the road curves like a frown Ecstacy Expectancy What cause can we adopt Opting out of all quick fixes not elixirs or the business world a girl to hold, or woman in this case my point in space unfolds Entirety the fires that we have burned and stoke and ponder, and we wander through the maze inside our heads the boots of lead have stirred and, unperturbed, will drift so slowly down the road oh, drag the load my sister of my soul Please! Wave to me before we go  Mark Burton August 5th, 2005 1:10 A.M.