the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Cloudy Eyes

44 hours are heavily darkened circles
Having been drawn over too many times
From too many days and too many nights.
Pile on to keep the conscious balanced,
But in a while the scale will break.
The chains are stable pulses,
Electric anchors along my nape.
Metaphysical decapitation
Sends rolling dreams on a winding road.
I must be running on amazing,
Or extremely stupid, falsely bold.

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