Saturday, October 08, 2011


and its only several minutes from the door
i'll walk like Tutenkammen
all proud and highly regarded
now put me in a box, let me transcend time
aren't we all floating
aren't we alive
in our broken senses
and those tiny inconsistencies that make it hard to breathe
the sky.
the sun holds the key
to the chains on my hands and feet
the sea has my nickname
wrapped up in its swells
and the future hangs over my stream of waking
like a free standing sentiment
take, breathe
see this world for what it is
and see yourself inside it:
only beautiful.

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