Tuesday, 18 August 2009

Let us caress in song each shape that we sing.
Let us hollor at stray noises.
Let us dance beneath the clouds.
In waves of cigarette smoke.
In tears of joyous television sofas.
In the hearts of the lost and the cold and confused.
And may we break our noise.
And may we chance our hands.
And may we possess each flower,
that each of us sings,
that each of us falls for,
that each of us vibrates within.

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