Monday, August 29, 2011

The curse of the smoke and the music.

The climber was formulated in heart and purpose to
Find the mountain;

Color was bred into the sinew to disturb

Each impression governs its source, and resembles the
Parent glance.

Sometimes when you speak--above the curse of the smoke
And the music,

I feel I should cover my ears. I don't want to disrespect you.
You have spoken. And I am living in the

Wish to lie empty as if you'd never but still could

If you chose to.

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