the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Crooked Landscapes

The gray ground and gray clouds in the sky
Are perforated by rays of golden dotted light,
I might just tear it open.
It is coming to an end now,
And the western hemisphere explodes like shredded cotton
In a spectrum of dramatic blacks, silvers, whites,
Piercing blues piercing through the film on my eyes
That plays the smiles and cries of this silent mind.
Here are some rain songs for when there's no one to blame,
When your bed has been made, but still nothing is the same.

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