the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Saturday, May 7, 2011

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We send our voices in every direction
And then wait impatiently for a grumble,
China made plastic dancing
On an American made table,
With some English words wrapped in light.
It feels like the entire world is involved.
But when that backlight stays unlit,
A faded clock makes it seem timeless,
You pray for change so empty handed
You sit in silence and can't stand it.

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