exile

Jul 01, 2012 11:34

where you are from the stars were much the same
the moon was similar for what it's worth
all objects in the land from where you came
once dropped aimed at the center of the earth

when in an effort to defeat the law
of this cursed self-identity you board
some vessel bound for an exotic shore
amused at first you're ultimately bored

you wonder grasping at the nearest glass
gulping their wine and nibbling on their cheese
is this the only time there is for us
in store until we overstay our lease

passing apace with a persistent drone
ours for a while but in the end its own

стихи, english

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