Sunday, July 22, 2012

Stange Attractor

sharp objects.
we explore each others bodies north and south.
scars from a fathers hand and mothers mouth.
had the words sunk in ,
had the nights washed over
i could have never reached her
where i swam out

a little rusty
a little worn

a distance
north and south
broken compass
torn map

here is the knowing part
ends with gray skies
a scene in the rain
we can't hear
the words 
ends with
sharp objects

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