Wednesday, November 11, 2009

abstract 1

(b side)

You are where the line begins
and ends.

Unaware.
Looking up at the sky.
mocking the moon

You are slight of hand moving
slowly

Caught.
Drinking ice and inhaling rain.
Speaking in tongues

You are laughter pushing the
sails forward.

Echoing
Falling from branches.
feeling the sting
of the cold.

09'

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