the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Returning To A Burning Building

No one breaking in, but all breaking out
I walked into the fire and out of the rain.
A lonely elephant parade made light,
Took up all the moisture
Into the cloisters of a silent saint,
An angel in casual ascension
As long a the cable stayed taut.
The ability to mourn
Is a divinity better left unsaved.
For the affinity to this still unmarked grave
Comes after I've earned the name I have made.

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