in the fields of elysium
the stars, the sea, and sleep.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
The Answer
...And as starry nights seen through blurry eyes
Become blurry nights lost in my starry eyes,
I'll toss and turn and stir until light,
Thinking two purring cats and ten hungry bites.
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