in the morning
comes a little mist
creeping bowlegged
thick as flies
You breathe & drink at
the same time
& you pretend not to
find the white lines
and safety wire
useful to build yourself by.
the clock hand points along
you lay something down
to remember your way back -
a statuette of a little mouth
Speaking the name
That you forgot you had
Day rises.
You remember what you are.
You talk to god as-you-know-him.
You stand in a basin of beads and sand.
and you sink & you sink & you sink
Apr 2, 2012
Apr 2, 2012 at 9:35 AM UTC
in the morning
comes a little mist
creeping bowlegged
thick as flies
You breathe & drink at
the same time
& you pretend not to
find the white lines
and safety wire
useful to build yourself by.
the clock hand points along
you lay something down
to remember your way back -
a statuette of a little mouth
Speaking the name
That you forgot you had
Day rises.
You remember what you are.
You talk to god as-you-know-him.
You stand in a basin of beads and sand.
and you sink & you sink & you sink
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