Apr 04 2011
∞
wave life
the onset outset beginning of a happiness curls up
nestles against the antiquated cynic as he sits
against a cold wall breathing reality through his pores
and drinking through teeth scattered over every inch
of his skin and hair and clothing and biting.
this is a slide a mile high bright red raging
toward the ground from the white cloud
in the blue sky lies paradise and the
fall
exhilarates the child in everyone.
and
i
climb
me
back
up.
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