the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Dreamscape '08

In the traffic-lit 2 a.m.
A good winter in heart with the other in hand
Denotes tenacity, audacity from many moments past,
Scotch tape intoxicated, feeling intact.
The taste of the waste blinds with echoing walls,
I trace with this touch the crossfades on your palm,
The scent of my thoughts draws from two years back,
And thus, tea tree leaves preserve footsteps in sand.

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