the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Monday, July 25, 2011

Stars In and Out of Focus

Morning struck through the window
As silent as my first breath,
Slowly burning of last night's fire.
Only embers from blown glass were left,
With the disposing clink left hollow
From what was sucked out,
A genie that told me to write in the present,
Giftwrapped in what was undressed in fake diamonds.

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