the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011


There were once bodies standing
Where they now sit.
The building echoes because
Those voices weren't the first ones
Those choices weren't the worst ones,
But you work through them for an answer.
I had the ball and told faith to go deep,
She said, "The backyard is free of clovers,
But it's okay because it's over."
The clock would not go slower,
Their granite voices came to sleep.

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