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
Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 4:59 AM UTC
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
this is what must be said, about the electrons
that thread,
our lives into a piece of art.
