Not until we are lost do we begin to find ourselves--
Henry David Thoreau

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

11/23/2011

dream heavy in the nights when you're alone
are you starving for affection?
are you starving for something you can't keep down?
what is this hostile place?

i'm willing to go as deep as i must for a sentence. 
take it from my marrow,
willing to give up an appendage...
maybe...
not an appendage,
but willing to bleed out a while,
just for a sentence
you see?

it's been long. 
and long it has been. 
perhaps i'm sleeping too much. 
rain fills the ground
everything is fat from too much penetration. 
you see 
i'm waterproof apparently. 
nothing's getting through to me.

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