in the fields of elysium
the stars, the sea, and sleep.
Monday, May 2, 2011
Play To Your Strengths
His muscles flexed like a failed rock climber,
Tense ropes that strained in unison.
It was a camaraderie he was conditioned to love
That spit out acid when they'd had enough.
He was thankful, sure, but never learned too well;
He had dropped the world, but he never fell.
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