the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Thursday, April 28, 2011


Some take a swing to feel the wind (that you missed),
Others to jump off at their highest point,
And I call them all crazy.
I can't even straighten the creases in my shirt,
Let alone the pride in my chest
That fluctuates as if with the impact of each breath of air,
Invisible like the justice as an average of luck and blunder.
"Your honor, you're so quick to judge!"
I apologized, but they said "Take a number."

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