Monday, April 13, 2009

my voice, dreams, and this god damn seam

do i clutch at every corner and twist the image till it blurs
trying to mend the broken legs just to make it even worse
attempting a short, simple sentence but my voice always slurs

droplets of water fall onto the window and i slowly drift to sleep

dreaming of giant waves that crash onto all four sides of my ship
send me off instead to a never ending field with air too clean to grip
let me lay alone in the middle of a wide ocean, but never too deep

these seams i have slowly undone are too loose with the end surely near

so the seams lay in pieces as i await once more for you to appear
i sit here in the shade with a sincere apology but you have disappeared

my actions have no simple logic but my eyes have yet to close

the darkness does not keep me away and i will go where the wind blows
making my way on my broken ship and wading through the fields
i will cast my hands into what i can not comprehend to see what it yields

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