the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Friday, December 18, 2009

You (pl.)...Those Other Others

Sitting sound with serpents,
Let's talk about those things
That hiss
Something I was never a part of
Apart from this.
I don't know us
I don't know this
Singing and swinging
Into arms,
Up in arms
Not quite the defensive,
Just trying to stay
Away from the fence.
There's a lot of dust
That comes with
Coming to the ground
Nothing's coming up
So now I'm sitting down.

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