the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Background Jesus

I keep looking for the multitracks
For a fulfillment that I won't get back,
The satisfaction of picking through each layer
And relishing in poignant embellishments,
The decorated screen on which confessions spilled,
Because I can only hear you when you shout.
Your heart made you a clot that stuck in your mouth.

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