the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Silly Veins

Who ever believed it would get so far?
The distance between the lungs and the heart,
The breath and the beat,
Have never been
I start to reach,
But the word lingers on my tongue.
So the world grabs my fingers,
Stilled curled,
And pulls them back.
And by then I had known just what I had begun,
My tongue made a slip as it slid into "summer sun."

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