Tuesday, April 17, 2012

It's late and the nerves rattle
It's late and the knowledge is everywhere
It's falling fast into territories as ephemeral as ice.

Wide gaps are calling.
Wild thoughts ravage mental landscapes.
Plentiful meadows and scoured beaches left dry without even bones.
Pleasant hills.
Twisted ravines.
Sweet sweet oblivion.
Falling into late.

Fighting far and knowing fate.
Settling down, but still awake.
Waiting now for something.
From this knowing.

I know where it's going.
Because I let it.

Shipped and sailed and gone to shore.
Far away forevermore.

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