Monday, June 16, 2008

(Un)Holy Ambiguity

I can feel you
Rolling the wind
Over the hills,
Over the bend.
I can feel you
Drinking my sin
From a cup
Broken
From summer's din.

I will eat you.
I will starve.
I will cut you
Out of the stars,
I will break you
Into tiny bits,
But what will
Come from any of it?

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