Thursday, July 12, 2012

Numb to the waters of the quiet sea
Sliding into a solitary state of ease
The ashes of morning,
The billows of smoke
I've fought and I've cried
And the fighting has ceased.

Wallow in waves of deep blue and deep purple
Turn and I toss and the error still murmurs
The ashes of morning,
The tears of a child
I've layed here and slept
To the lull of a sermon outside.

I cannot wake up
While I cannot sleep
I spin on this wheel of incredulity.

One waterfall flowing
One limb up above
Jump and dive down with the courage of Birth.

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