May 26, 2010
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Rooted to the ground.

No method of motion to be found.

Stuck to the moment.

For the moment bound.

Her warmth pulls you in.

Perfection keeps you pinned.

It's cold,

But you can only grin.

This is a moment,

That the future will keep.

A moment to draw on

To make your heart forever leap.

Rooted to the ground,

In your chest a perceptible pound.

With a smile on your face,

Reveling in nothing profound.

For now she is the one.

For now tripartite temporality is gone.

And that's all that matters.

Nothing more need be done.

This is a moment

That will help you sleep

Stowed away in your mind's pocket

Rooted deep.

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