I always felt inadequate around her
she tickled a piano like a child
composing a beautiful laughter in the winded chest
of a string instrument with no agenda
these are the times that I’m grateful for huge siblings that see everything
global surveillance
for these chance moments that are only ever recreated
in scripts mandated to what we wish for
reeling in net-fulls of the hopeless that
though have had their hopes tested are unmoved
their hearts caressed and back-rubbed out of
the misery of a reality that is only so if it an be seen on a screen
who’s Eden stands in the clay of a dream
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 12:46 AM UTC
I always felt inadequate around her
she tickled a piano like a child
composing a beautiful laughter in the winded chest
of a string instrument with no agenda
these are the times that I’m grateful for huge siblings that see everything
global surveillance
for these chance moments that are only ever recreated
in scripts mandated to what we wish for
reeling in net-fulls of the hopeless that
though have had their hopes tested are unmoved
their hearts caressed and back-rubbed out of
the misery of a reality that is only so if it an be seen on a screen
who’s Eden stands in the clay of a dream
