Tuesday, May 3, 2011

I Miss My Self. When The Color Speaks

as it strike i want us both on the floor
i want that light stumble upon
i see you here
ride the lights toward you
i know you're that way
you're across the sea
anodyne passes the opposite way back of the hand
i embrace the very unsteady self of me
i welcome you back
please stay
things will be better if you were here

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