the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Heisenberg, You Don't.

Give me enough time,
Or none at all,
And I'll promise you
These things will come loose.
Rocks into glitter
That add shimmer to the seas
Trees paraplegic
And then put on their knees

Kneel to the king
Kneel to the king
Bow to the power
No power can bring

I'm pleading ambivalent.
A friend's loss at the cost
Of preempting the pain,
My own from unknown paths
From which nothing gained.
I stand still
And you walk away
While I prepare speeches
On teleprompt display.

So now I stand in the shower
Washing my skin with degausser and soap.
And with swabs in my ears
For a conscience absolved,
I sit back on the glass
And watch dreams dissolve.

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