Δευτέρα, 11 Ιουλίου 2011

Η κρυφη μου αναρωτηση. .

It’s real early morning
no one is awake
I’m back at my cliff
still throwing things off
I listen to the sounds they make
on their way down
I follow with my eyes ’til they crash
imagine what my body would sound like
slamming against those rocks
and when it lands
will my eyes
be closed or open?

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