the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Friday, August 27, 2010


In precious fractures of seconds and sounds,
The acoustics split and slipped up your frown.
Smile! For the awkward and unexpected
Is wrapped with surprise there in the present.
In a place where home was no more,
It was encored and took us up
Three short of nine. The holy trinity
With a taste of less divinity.
There was ping pong in paradise
There was singing private symphonies,
But the apple tree was dangling
With the poison fruit that bit me.

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