October
4 November 2010
The manner of matter that splits with the words I breathe And as the rain drips acidic questions around me I block out the sight and the powers that be And duck away into the darkness
I wind up in a rusted world with eyes shut so tight that it blurs into the world of pretend And the eyes ease open And it’s dark again
Watching the wheels of cars that pass I look past to the last of the light and the long shadows it casts A window grows and captures the eye And cries out a yellow light as it passes me by
And while the insides change The box stays the same and the figure inside could bear anybody’s name The memories I keep are from a time like then I put on my paper so I could come back to them Somed
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