Words
Words spread across the surface of things
To fill up the curved hollows of thought.
Naming all impossibilities,
We raise an island of sand among the dreaming currents.
Communication, a response,
I feel it all through the text of my skin:
Meaning before death is my only way.
And what if someone understands me?
(11/15/2009 & 1/16/2010)
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