the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009


It is a default face
For a default place, a pocket in time,
Tucked in my jacket
Hugged between lines.
This one has many breaks and turns,
But its meaning is direct
And its the effect of intentions
That invent a detectable glow
Giving light for its trace.
The L.E.D. palindrome has for now lost its place,
I'm already coming home
And the greatest things haven't changed.

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