A PLACE



In this hour,

caught between reality

and the unreal-

I reach for what you are willing to offer me.

At times, I was unsure of where reality started and ended.

Or, indeed, of where reality placed us.

Intangability of the seeming truth

that can mask hurt or pain.

The hour that allows for me to both place and displace you.



Copyright 1998, Paranoid gal

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