an old prince with a fear of the crown:
once i finally catch up to their eyes,
they are staring a thousand yards farther.
i just want to catch their gaze,
so i'll keep chasing that vanishing point.
forgive me if i'm behind.
but, then, it's so much clearer up there.
Friday, March 23, 2012
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