i was blind before i wrote this
pitch black
behind the keys i found sight
finish
not the land where we
as people
loose ourself
its finished
the arguments
the loose ends
its over
my way and yours have inexorably been enter-twined
chuckles mean no more
and i write
and you clean
and worship moments when you lose it
and chuckle
and clean
save me
you have the coins
to place on my eyes
and you clean
and i chuckle
and it is solved
and then it isnt
and then it is
and then WE are
and then it never was
and you talk back
and i win
and you lose
and it stinks
to high heaven
my heart beats at your pace
everything around me throbs
with the patience of your rhythm
and you
like the drum major
stomp with the purpose
of creating the tone
for the crowd
playing your song
as boisterous as it is
its still a song though
sweeping and beautiful
revelatory
weep-worthy
its a song.
Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 11:27 PM UTC
i was blind before i wrote this
pitch black
behind the keys i found sight
finish
not the land where we
as people
loose ourself
its finished
the arguments
the loose ends
its over
my way and yours have inexorably been enter-twined
chuckles mean no more
and i write
and you clean
and worship moments when you lose it
and chuckle
and clean
save me
you have the coins
to place on my eyes
and you clean
and i chuckle
and it is solved
and then it isnt
and then it is
and then WE are
and then it never was
and you talk back
and i win
and you lose
and it stinks
to high heaven
my heart beats at your pace
everything around me throbs
with the patience of your rhythm
and you
like the drum major
stomp with the purpose
of creating the tone
for the crowd
playing your song
as boisterous as it is
its still a song though
sweeping and beautiful
revelatory
weep-worthy
its a song.
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