Wednesday, July 7, 2010

in moonlight,
my kaleidescope beast
is gnawing at the simple existence
of petals in our outstretched hands/
he told me we cannot be our own solutions,
yet we still scream
from our rooftop porches,
"alive! alive we are!"
as our Earths shatter to the ground,
birds rise up from their graves
in endearing silence
as they get tangled from our torrential foreign winds/
you are flickering!
you are flickering!
but i realize,
i still have two;
when did my substantial life
become hour-counting,
and leaping off couches to avoid incomplete affections?
and also buying secretive items, for your unnerving stash?

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