Tuesday, December 24, 2013

I follow rivers

View from where we stand/outstanding as far as eyes can see
I see/ stumbling lights/ gritty waters
winning is/
winning, winning me
we watch the unknown/ that beautiful sea
not knowing/not knowing/yet
I follow you

contingency is
strange fruit/in your mouth me
who cannot never be

I know one that cannot ever be
exile

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