the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Recursive Mechanics

Calm your steps, pace your breath-
I c-an't, I ca-n't, I can-'t, I c-an't.
Give me space, but I need air
So that your kryptonite kite
Can take flight with my breath,
Wishing you the best
While cursing under my breath.
Pulled back into orbit,
Fooled me, you did!
Playing to weaknesses,
Snapping to grid.
So, quantizing hope in the direction of sun,
I am counting these squares in reverse,
Back to one.

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