the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Saturday, October 10, 2009

8:45 to Providence

Lighted perfection.
It's in the direction of home
That shone in on this scene.
Everything is perfect,
Edits are clean...
This is what they mean to me.
I hope this is what it's meant to be.
What's meant for me more south?
I sit the duration
And shut my mouth.
Bulbs pass by,
My eyelids slouch,
Perched on slippery eyes.
This certain something calms my life,
This certain something makes me alright.

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