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15 January 2014 @ 11:49 pm
electric  
in all of our eyes
stars and salt water

flickers of static
stitches in time

in all of our heads
noise and noise and noise and noise and
letters we write as we fade in to sleep

casting words disappearing in sand
writing our names with crushed insects' wings

stitching up fabric
cutting the strings

voice messages into plastic bottles
ink on paper pushed under the earth
pictures of skies in silicon chips
and stories remembered since birth

this is the way to forever
the only way there ever was
the one true map is a circle, remember?
because
because
because






 
 
Current Mood: sleepless
 
 
 
bloodburden on January 16th, 2014 03:03 pm (UTC)
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