Sunday, October 5, 2008

boom



sacrificing bodies, to make the colors clearer
holding down minds, a beach ball underwater
the pressure rises, your face holds fear
six intimate characters, sharing the same field
twelve holy figures, linger in the air
twenty four hours, sitting in this chair
fourty eight ponds, all full of our tears
ninety six seconds, into this contest, we stare.

1 comment:

maria said...

sorry to be competely random but i couldn't help myself,
your stuff is really good.
keep it up :)
ha, like you need me to tell you too.

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