i lower my brow as the sunshine fades away over the threshold. Under the moon that slices the midnight sky i stand with quick sand feet and long fingers. to hold on to the shine that drifts into the dark. Corners crawl and poke my spine as the door closes. the window shut. my eyes to the ground. sigh into a twirl and scream into a horn to be be born again. In the arms of the warmth my heart can handle. No burns, no scars. But hope that lingers on a string. A thin short hair waiting patiently to be snapped in half. The oTher half of unknown origins that speak its history on a soap box labeled cage. i am caged, a bird with no beak and wings of clay. This day i say to save the savory signs of simple minds behind minds that sigh with sorrow. till tomorrow will i know best for this ground is where i stand with no hands.
Posted on: Tue, 20 Aug 2013 05:00:06 +0000
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