(Who wants to know whether
my heart is scalding still in this cold where
lungs breathe melted snow every so
often, crystal air caught in twin glasses)
-Who wants to uproot the
depths I turn over, weaving
days into life worth living and
cherishing people worth
the worry in mind-
[Who claims to be
here like a
break in the
tide of grander things, forever in
motion? whose
persuasion stops those hands'
spinning for a single
implausible
moment?]
Oh, it's you!
well, that's alright then.
Oct 30, 2012
Oct 30, 2012 at 10:07 PM UTC
(Who wants to know whether
my heart is scalding still in this cold where
lungs breathe melted snow every so
often, crystal air caught in twin glasses)
-Who wants to uproot the
depths I turn over, weaving
days into life worth living and
cherishing people worth
the worry in mind-
[Who claims to be
here like a
break in the
tide of grander things, forever in
motion? whose
persuasion stops those hands'
spinning for a single
implausible
moment?]
Oh, it's you!
well, that's alright then.
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