Apr 2013
when we laugh we cry
into a comic masterpiece.
in slow motion we control
what moulds peace
into a letter.
what touch soon grows
attached to the soul
electricity
to close and yet far away
metallic bonds the
cigarette to the hour glass
and i fold
into a comic masterpiece.
in slow motion we control
what moulds peace
into a letter.
what touch soon grows
attached to the soul
electricity
to close and yet far away
metallic bonds the
cigarette to the hour glass
and i fold
this is what must be said, about the electrons
that thread,
our lives into a piece of art.
that thread,
our lives into a piece of art.
(Promethea)
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