the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Monday, May 31, 2010

Right here.

You can spend your entire life planning,
But still be surprised.
The pair of eyes behind the flood gate switch
Is drunk on a backdrop horizon
Oversaturated with sloppy stitches.
Don't call the engineer to build you a bridge
If the hinge off of which you precariously swing
Fans the fire you cook up in your kitchen.
The blueprint was a war map, a plan of attack
For when you dropped tiny little bombshells
Encasing little notes of peace.
This radar finds no target for the sake of compliance,
But to provide a counterargument to silence
Would be

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