Walls Come Down
personal spiritual poetry
Saturday, 17 April 2010
doesn't mean I'm lost
skies
overloaded
with stars
my beauty says
gnarls
of broken glass like dreams
shatter to come home
to meet me
you see the words?
you see the sounds
you hear
the unconscious
animal call lineages
stretching
through the chords
of a piano
note
fading
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