Thursday, October 23, 2008
SHAMBOLIC
To walk upon seas that were once
oceans, oceans that were once
perforated pavement, pavement
that would crack upon impact
of a suspect dream.
To see it all before me
in shards, to see it all
like stars gleaming,
like the strip-tease
before the cops bust in.
To see it all, in the moment
before impact, breathing.
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