(emphatic)

May 08, 2008 01:18

Emphatic

Crackled, the air
We are still
Not a word will break here
On a finite iceberg
You at my knee
A chuckle, begin the melting
At the echo
Back and forth
Twelve to one again
Then muddied in its own
Existence
Brake!
Breaks, the brake
Hard
Can only know
Silence
For the lack
Of beating
(I am the antidote
To all of the
Venom
In your spit
The slurs
To the sighs
In your song)
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