Thursday, December 22, 2011

The way we think about things together.

The nearest things are often the fastest,
--and care-free:
But they're cursed.

It has taken us so long to puzzle out our inborn meaning

Bracelets droop on our girls' wrists, and the music that surrounds us
Is a kind of ebullient junk.

Look past the surging welt of a hill where
One will go and be discovered,

And one girl will set her dream against the malignant stars.

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