the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Sunday, May 30, 2010

Statue Still

There are tangles to be had in nostalgic strings
In an attempt to suspend justice in the sky.
We can say that we tried,
But now it's time for quiet time,
So let the echoes of pride settle
For the rights of a gentleman.
Stand still and find some people have a problem.
Stand still some rest their head on you to solve them.
Here is a finale of mutual intrusion,
Where we're reminded deeper blues
And touch our deepest bruises.

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