Aug 11, 2006 15:27
I'm losing it-falling apart-it's happening again and I have to know better-it's time to jump ship, maybe it's been time, maybe I should have done it months and months ago-where is that hardened voice inside of me, I know it exists-I know it's within me, but I think I'm cracking.
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in june
will they bring
poppies and blossoms
to the head of a stone rose?
if you wait
until october,
will they come
with the wilting treefingers
to litter along the streets?
once,
i found a hyacinth
floating in a pond
spun by the dripping eaves
of the silver dawn,
where there is nothing left to hold
(or hate)
but fishscales.
but
if your wingspan
never finds its terminal
&
if summer leaves
autumn too late,
will you be falling
(or flying)?
tomorrow was a bed
made by their mourning;
i
could not catch me
(on a brokenwing.)
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