Oct 16, 2007 23:17
All the cures you could have tasted
the very few that last
lying spine on white you wasted
you sublimate too fast
If tense were ever indication
of someone I could find
spilling cells for vindication
and bleaching my eyes blind
looking here through empty air
is simply spending time
and now to find you, paddle there
through rivers acid lime
caldera lakes, mountain's hight,
following your signs
blind to sight but not at night,
cross a desert's flowing lines
horizons open I can see
you're standing on dry land
walk down the beach the boat and me
are waiting on the sand
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Really not sure how I feel about this one. I don't ever rhyme, and I'm not sure I like the effect, but it's what came out. hah. gotta live with it then, huh?