the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Serpent Dreams

As I ascend this tower,
I hold up these walls in some religious pose,
Embracing lost faces in posthumous ghosts.
Moon's reign
New stains devil red,
Taking frankness to head,
And like molasses to heart.
It lingers in each beat,
Stuck there sugar sweet.
I'm the alchemist
Comparing copper to tin,
Glazed sugary thin.
The write-ups are messy
And dressed just enough,
Like the storyboard's finish
When you've woken me up.

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