No idea what this means.

Jul 17, 2008 21:28

Slither I slowly
Weaving I go wearily
Wearing yesterday's shirt
Last year's shoes
And eyes from a full lifetime ago

Artificial light blinds
Old eyes with artifcial white
Bathing the vast expanse
With a false sense
Cleanliness that never was

So it is seems all plastic
Nothing tangible but fabric
Of ragdolls and memory quilts
From a past pretended
But never lived
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