the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Saturday, March 20, 2010

Quiet Running Reflections

Braced legs pace in different directions
With their perfect imperfections
From a sober drunk in a serious situation
Who was intoxicated from being lost and jaded,
As he faded faster than written words could have saved.
Proper nouns are erased, the braces come off,
There's a spring in my run, I'm breaking this off.

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