Thursday, March 14, 2013

No Name #4

:I've seen the worst of me swallow smoke and breathe it out onto believers.

:The heavy ship of man sputters, shakes, then falls into the sea.

:I've felt the itch of death and come away with something else,
reeling in borrowed light.

:Is this some redeemable darkness that has raised its quick finger at the base of my spine?

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