19 June 2011

Hyper-ballad

   












 

    it's real early morning
no-one is awake
I'm back at my cliff, still throwing things off
I listen to the sounds they make
on their way down
I follow with my eyes 'til they crash
imagine what my body would sound like
slamming against those rocks
















     and when it lands
will my eyes be closed or open?



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