in the fields of elysium
the stars, the sea, and sleep.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Pillowcases Are Empty Shells
I regret breathing in as deep as I did
I took in more air then I needed.
And in the gluttonous exhale,
Stubborn inertia has prevailed.
Some of us haven’t changed one bit.
The mystery is up,
I can sleep duty-free.
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