Tuesday, January 27, 2009

our arrival
to this
lithe and snared
this heart
it waits patiently
in quiet
it hears about
how it will die
from the hands
of what it waits for;
broken in little pieces
like stabbing chest pains
a mind forgotten in sleep
& asunder
all is this
thing battered
tanned hide from sunlight in
that forgotten corner
broken dishes, and noise
wading through our silent moments
to sound

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