Tuesday, October 30, 2012

The vine

What's a hollow man to do
with the fragility they call me-
enough emotions to fill
the bottomless oceans
and at sea side-
it's the holes and crescendos
bearing the depths of my mind.

While you are settling down
like a sun setting on time-
I struggle with the demonic waves
that come and go,
sorry and surprise.

All the time we fast forward

only to find that we rewind.

and we die a little bit each day

from our once perfect vine.

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