sábado, maio 08, 2010

Occupied and Numb

Where is my shadow, to
guide my hand? My
cartographic globe to be
my dream? Where are the
eyes, to find the key away?
Learn to see what I want
most. Where can I find
what is evidently mine?
From human bones
the sleep doth comes
in continual seasons of ice.

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