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January 21, 2008
Posted in Poetry |
I would fly to sail a while
and feel the breeze meet my (insert here, please, yes, insert)
meet all that stands still
and all that can’t let go
freshen up for the company
say everything that matters
everything that rings right and true (can you say alleluia)
push the lines push the borders
dust up dust gone
slit the truth’s throat open and swim swim swim
be here when it matters
be there (click / heels - repeat) when no one cares anymore
for this is the truth
I’d rather die caring
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Very impressive writing, as always!