the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Count On It

I tried to articulate with inept strokes,
But the horsehair vibrations
Turned into steel lovers with loud whispers.
I am but a conductor with wax on my fingers
And it's hard to feel anything beyond
Some numbing plastic feeling,
Some double-sided, burning candlestick,
Because you have to go through two zeros,
Before you can ever get to six.

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