Saturday, June 9, 2012

So We Will Become

A happy ending.

Fire come and carry us.

Make us shine.

Tell us that you care for us.

Chariot.

You swing for us.

You think that you can carry all of us?

Because I don't need a happy ending.

Expansive solitude might be enough.

Minor protection and greeting might be enough.

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