Sunday, December 26, 2010

Day 529:

when you have lost all your poems
forgotten how to sew words into your skin
when it hurts
and you have no were to turn
but the sky
run to the edge of it all
soak yourself in the ocean
find home with the parts of you that are buried
and broken
shake the thunder from you fingertips
the sweat form the skies
it is the darkest part of our bodies that hold such secrets
hold them still
they will emerge when the time is right
and not a moment before

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