Saturday, July 14, 2012

The Tower

Tear down the alter built with your wishes
let go the slaves who carried your dreams
fold up the day you spread like a blanket
smooth 'cross the morning
and ripped at night's seams
smile at your demons
who stare from the deepness
of still standing water drowning your praise

sever the kite strings
tied to your mourning
swallow the blood
then slide 'cross the blade

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