Sunday, 19 July 2009

and with and in the setting sun,
our eyelids form silouettes
of past yearnings for cigarettes
and tidal movements.
where our direction is such a simple
and constant rhythm
a place in which notions of living
nor death, nor love, nor happiness
instead only a peculiar feeling
that warms and soothes
and holds our questions.

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