the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Friday, March 12, 2010

In The Spin of Every Wheel

Here is your support,
Under the pressure and holding the frame.
Anomalies I cannot explain
Contain the syringe that takes
This place in vain.
And the situation replays in my head
With some nameless face and me instead,
A broken smile and broken speech,
A broken voice, I cannot speak
What I heard being spoken.
All the soft S's and shaky O's
Foil this memory in the purest gold.
But with no sleep in my eyes, I get out of bed,
But I'm glad to see you so happy again.

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