Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Words you speak so clear through my dyeing ear

So sharp I hear, peircing down my throat and heart

what is near/ what is short?

Far beneath is out and open for you to see

It'sme this time around,

I'm comeing around again,

And anew

Out of the blue

And fantastic so,

You blew up my wall,

And up I went,

You caught me so perfect

And it's different

Two pair's of noise collecting static

Thrown around, to stand still

Against open door's

I'm following through

Wide open eyes

Set transfixed

Under beautiful black eyebrows

Set time at last

It is at last

Time




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