the ion we once relied on has gone the way of pressure and made a diamond
the alchemy we once cheated enchants our dreams though we feel defeated
i've seen gold in the rain that collects on my window pane; i'm only rich on rainy days
i can't disagree that the finer things are sometimes those most killing me
conversation meets symmetry. life beyond telepathy
holding out your hands in cosmic reach beckons
the nebula to both learn and teach
i found the bottom of my shoes gripping the past like cement fitted boots
i recovered your heart like a star with the arrows that i shoot
i've unearthed more than words with copper plated truth
but mostly i've thought of all the ways to repeatedly bury and unbury you.
Jan 9, 2012
Jan 9, 2012 at 11:51 PM UTC
the ion we once relied on has gone the way of pressure and made a diamond
the alchemy we once cheated enchants our dreams though we feel defeated
i've seen gold in the rain that collects on my window pane; i'm only rich on rainy days
i can't disagree that the finer things are sometimes those most killing me
conversation meets symmetry. life beyond telepathy
holding out your hands in cosmic reach beckons
the nebula to both learn and teach
i found the bottom of my shoes gripping the past like cement fitted boots
i recovered your heart like a star with the arrows that i shoot
i've unearthed more than words with copper plated truth
but mostly i've thought of all the ways to repeatedly bury and unbury you.
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