the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Mercury Down The Aisle

A flash and I'm a part of a stranger's memories.
A smudge whose light diffuses
By the thin protective film.
But it would never protect you from the heart's kiln.
I'm buckling down for known losses,
Soon to be lost in translational.
The destination is home,
But it was gone before I could leave.

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