the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Thursday, May 27, 2010

Origins of Pride

I am sitting in the lion's den
And in here rests my pride.
The easiest received is the easiest to please
As I preach my whirling sermon
To satellite hearts
Circling home.
Echoes of territorial growls
Become the bellows and howls of our arrival.
All I can see are audible mirrors
Heard crystal clear, the continual coastal crashing.
The ocean grits her teeth.
The crust is too thin to hold us long enough
So forever we fly going no way but up.

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