Apr 13, 2004 03:00
here on the island
as matthew lays dying
his face it is turned now from jane
she was his lover
though he never touched her
the distance was always too great
wind overthrew him
that now calms to sooth him
carry the dust off away
fissures and fractures
and cracks in the plaster
eroding and broken and pain
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its the first verse of a song im struggling to write.
i thought if i stick it on lj, i'll be reminded to keep
going back to it till its done.
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