Monday, November 8, 2010


Piercing and purging
encompassing a soul's hope and escape

Fragile lives flee and fear
in promise of irreparability

conscious sufferings
waging war on the poor man's slumber

a forward-thinking motion
willing the ache to desist its cleaving

run run run run run, a moan
hand steady to ease the dizziness

and in that dream
you're there next to me

and it's good, good that you're there
because I never love anyone else

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