you were
attempting to land on
the thin, top most branches
of uncertainty
They...
Even they...
wouldnt hold
your thin, hollow bones
You took the long way round
Terrorized by unseen futures
glimpsed faces of disconnection
and the distant twinkling
of orange lights singing
your unknown longing
back to you
Saturday, November 07, 2009
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