Monday, March 24, 2008

Sea Shells

Just when i thought
i understood

when i broke through
safe to sleep

i’m running again
back on my toes

can’t be too comfortable
its cold here

i made the dark
its name is me

mistaken shapes of

undermine the

just to be
to see

to hold something
with meaning

once more
my friend

by threads
our lives hang

always together
forever never

drifting so close
to dreaming

waves crash with ebbing
angry words

falling deft before
the roaring reef

there at night
i gather the fragments

altogether i put them away
broken by shame

into an old shoe box
labeled "dreams"

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