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By j. knipp Date: 2003 Dec 12 Comment on this Work [[2003.12.12.18.29.22735]] |
| Through the obscuring night I find the clenched eye of the moon. I think the silver star drops are its tears. And I long for them to wash me away in some ethereal tsunami. I think about you. And the way we're going. My legs throb in complaint at their abuse. I don't like this path, it is if gravity ceased and we are flung, each different ways by earth's furious rotation. And we each find are separate void, where will spy the same clenched eye and wonder of its weeping. Oh I would drink its brine to clear this bitter taste from my mouth. I think about us, the way we're going. I wish these tears would freeze to flying fearless shards and they would come down to strike apart this world. Perhaps in all the chaos we would be flung together rather than apart. |