in the fields of elysium
the stars, the sea, and sleep.
Monday, July 4, 2011
Fireworks from the Inside
The heart breaking down
Sounds, but no lights
Looking through a dirty window
It's clear that no one is here.
I am carving hollow vessels out of wood,
To tread on ice water.
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