| my eyes, layed open, feel the air pass through them Blink hard and faster follow the logical horizon while my mind converses with the stars to make words become fast and harder Dry these thoughts to flow those tears And bend the pain to break the innocence How to pay homage to the silver sky How to show penance to disconnected love My light comes in pairs and I sometimes swallow it thrice. but I am still thirsty So envision the melted moonlight, bury the sun in its sickness and dream of the end 2001 Christa Midcap |
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