Friday, May 25, 2012

On the run
Off the run

Run in the middle of the street

On the go
Off the go

Go where you please

On fire
Off the warm hearth of heaven's door

Look down into the space between two worlds

WHERE did you find a looking-glass
Made so perfectly of emeralds
Sapphire births in June
When the birds go hunting for warmth
Carry on like a good soldier
Strap down the clues on your back
Marching through bogs of one, two, one, two
WHERE did you look into a mirror
That you found truth
And I only a reflection

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