Saturday, July 14, 2012

the curve of remembering

And when I opened my eyes they were all right there again
staring as if it were my own wake at which I have awoken
(and maybe it is)
and yet the loneliness remains
no longer a ravenous beast who would devour me
just a boy who has lost his father
a shadow with good reason not to trust the light
in this storey wrote beyond it's happy ever after
until everything I'm wanting to forget forgo's me
And I want all of it right back, like life wants you. 

3 comments:

  1. broken open,
    the secret tides pull us back
    emptying ourselves of
    action blue and blind as the sky

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