Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Where?

Realities blur
like bayou waters once swirling
or a snowy mountain pass

Touch a real face
someone from a story
or ask a question I'll forget

Hear some voices
detached,
maybe connected to yesterday

A song
we used to listen on repeat
do they make new songs?

Soon I'll step back
to a thick vivid tempo
only to leave it again

and let my skin hold still within foreign walls

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