the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Esoteric

You work by the candle
You work by the night
And every so often...
Sneak glances to the right
And it's a thought of the same
Balding tires in game.
Wear them down,
Round and round,
Until you're gliding on the rims of your car
And your rear view's a show of excitement and sparks
This is assuming you can get this far...
You may lose your rights to your very own life
To the tragic concoction of asphalt and ice.

Our earthly seeds
Nurture our needs
And through autumn leaves
A pattern proceeds:
This heart works on clocks
It's supply and demand
And the bloodiest head rush
Wouldn't help you understand.

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