the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Monday, August 9, 2010

Anthropocentric

Marionettes run around in a scissor parade
And claim that God is their face to the name.
Everyone holds the compass backwards
With no circle, but a single point
That a penny on the ground reflects more
Before cashing out for what little it's worth.
So please don't be long or I'll learn without,
Because I only walk with the handles out.

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