Thursday, July 03, 2014

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Float away, the rain-sea that is also the sky.       
Untethered to anything.
Shuffled by wind.                                           
Still, it sinks.

 Lower and lower with the pull of the million eyes that look up and hope.
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1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Alternate endings, depending on the mood:

...still it stinks
or
...still it sings

5:31 PM

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