the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Sunday, September 5, 2010

Purple Silly Band

The only thing that is back
Is when that person turns away,
There is no snap in the symbol to mean
More than what's been said and done.
Intended to become just another,
A little too self-aware
A little more a brother.
I am a block in the race
With my feet stuck on the ground,
A barrel on my back
And my face towards the hounds.

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