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I lay my head Down. I lay my head on mountains of thought and unwoven material. It weaves itself together and apart in my dreams. In knots. I lay my head on uneven, fragile branches and my ankles hang across into the air. I lay my head down on rough, open water And icy memories lap at my closed eyelids and frost over my sight. I lay my head across your wrists and I try to memorize your pulse and the hum of your life Because it sounds so different from mine. I lay my head down on the sound of bumble bees and honey. I can the smell the sunburn and it echoes on the shell of my ear. I can hear the ocean. I lay my head down on railroad tracks and my thoughts go loud and flat. They stretch themselves out into silk. They loop and strand themselves together and now I think a spiderweb. I am very glad that I am not afraid of spiders. I lay my head Down. I lay my head across the wings of a bird. We move the sky and the world falls over itself beneath us Again and Again. I am wearing spider silk and birch bark. There is ice in my thoughts Even though they are not frozen. For the first time I can hear honey and bumble bees in my blood And as I hold my wrists to my ears I can’t help but thinking. I lay my head down on the Idea of Creation. Down And I rest.
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Oct 14, 2010
Oct 14, 2010 at 6:18 PM UTC
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I lay my head Down. I lay my head on mountains of thought and unwoven material. It weaves itself together and apart in my dreams. In knots. I lay my head on uneven, fragile branches and my ankles hang across into the air. I lay my head down on rough, open water And icy memories lap at my closed eyelids and frost over my sight. I lay my head across your wrists and I try to memorize your pulse and the hum of your life Because it sounds so different from mine. I lay my head down on the sound of bumble bees and honey. I can the smell the sunburn and it echoes on the shell of my ear. I can hear the ocean. I lay my head down on railroad tracks and my thoughts go loud and flat. They stretch themselves out into silk. They loop and strand themselves together and now I think a spiderweb. I am very glad that I am not afraid of spiders. I lay my head Down. I lay my head across the wings of a bird. We move the sky and the world falls over itself beneath us Again and Again. I am wearing spider silk and birch bark. There is ice in my thoughts Even though they are not frozen. For the first time I can hear honey and bumble bees in my blood And as I hold my wrists to my ears I can’t help but thinking. I lay my head down on the Idea of Creation. Down And I rest.
katie-hill
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katie-hill
American
Oct 14, 2010
Oct 14, 2010 at 6:18 PM UTC
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