Saturday, January 13, 2007

Knives Of Sorrow, Knives Of Joy

I danced over the knives of sorrow.
I fell on the knives of joy and embraced them.
They cut the same, you know--
one in the other's path.
Ice burns like fire, earth moves like wind.
Never settle for half a glass,
drink bitter with sweet,
dive into a dark well and find it full of stars.

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