You are my former palace,
my walled city,
the cradle of my disinhibition.
You are my intricate
system of roadways.
(I know you by heart)
You incite rebellions
in my sleepy villages
and send me postcards
from dangerous places.
You are my lost transcripts;
we know each other the way river
knows sky— a cosmic nod,
a reflection of always.
Dec 31, 2010
Dec 31, 2010 at 10:06 AM UTC
You are my former palace,
my walled city,
the cradle of my disinhibition.
You are my intricate
system of roadways.
(I know you by heart)
You incite rebellions
in my sleepy villages
and send me postcards
from dangerous places.
You are my lost transcripts;
we know each other the way river
knows sky— a cosmic nod,
a reflection of always.
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