Saturday, April 11, 2009

april eleventh two thousand nine

have you ever found death through a window?
just the gaze outside could drive a man insane.
the trees they are all so still.
motionless and calm.
i will never be like them.
i envy their security and their irresponsibility. 
my focus moves from outward to downward.
if the ground stopped yelling my name, i'd have a easier time moving away from the edge.
where's love in time of loss?
my only solace is now public infection.
gather up an army in my head.
i'd rather stay asleep instead.

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