the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Ascension 9:27 - Rewrite the End

With a jacket and the windows down,
I crack open the older sounds
And let the light flood in from
The bulbs out in a hall made of concrete.
Contact. Flushed from rushing winds
Slowly passing in the same direction,
I am swerving lanes, but thinking straight
Letting out names like angels with no discretion.
Streetlights climb and disappear under the night
From when I dreamt up imperfection
In my digressions of the night.
A lazy collar, crooked smile,
And eyes sunk like runny ships.
A theatrical ending to nothing at all
But blood-hot hope left on my lips.

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