Tuesday, January 12, 2010


That same old pain ringing out all throughout

That same old pole star

That same old west wind

And nothing else, just these moments for us to melt away

And these burning nights… I’ve seen many of these dying

And I’ve seen your wings spreading out across the skies

Blue seas with swollen wombs… carrying our children

Beyond the mist of the wooden tomorrows,

And those Mayan statues of darkness

My castle stands tall and proud over the quicksand

And I’ve gifted you my pack of cards

Keep them well, and keep my children well

For they’re your children too…

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