Thursday, August 6, 2009

Covered by foliage

Wires shoot from my eyes
on a plane ride
that lets go
flat and expanse
is worry without life

Wires shoot from my eyes
he worries and its blurry
without you
reflections of the King
gone wrong

Lights shoot from my eyes
as wires tighten
stretching reaching
stretching seething
straight back to the sky

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