the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Saturday, June 12, 2010

I Will Be Ready For Winter Again

When you pass the dates,
Everything but your brain remembers how to feel
And the synapses burn from continual sparks.
To start off Undeserving is to dig under the casket.
If I go down far enough, the stars fade away
If they fall down far enough, it is something I can taste.

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