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Monday, 8 March 2010

Damp

The things which were said to me
In the night where all I could see
Were floating birds and flying boats
              and shouting skies above my hope.

They drowned out my seas
With flailing horses
Riding away into the sun
Into the flames of my heart
Burning so close to what keeps them here
             and what keeps you and I so far apart.

The icy moon creeps into my veins
And soon the slow torture shall be slain
As faster faster I slip into pearl
Hide within perfection to protect myself
          and throw myself out of the world
          and hurl myself out of these
          and uncurl myself out of you, please

What remains in me
What was given by others
I drag myself into the dark
The floor remains unmarked
But I break the wall
And fight the earth
Like a natural mask
Doomed to fall.

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