the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Saturday, April 24, 2010

Surprised Hands

When the devil visits you in your sleep,
Your dreams are flooded with
The love you needed before you left off,
Trailing your sentences until they were lost.
I am on this bed for operation,
Misplaced faces and miscommunication.
The ghost that we keep
Made the whines in the pipes
And the creaks of the sink.
The walls there breathe as calm as death
My lungs stay stiff and out of breath,
I am breathless in this scene
As less and less becomes in between,
But I cannot stay.
I only come closer to get further away.

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