just like swords hanging above your head waiting, wanting, to come down,
strike a blow,
strike you down,
and while you bleed,
you wonder why you never left.
This monster kite above,
throwing its shadow on all things alike and waiting to be rescued,
from a sky that cries,
If there was wisdom, in what they say,
we would never perish, not then, not today,
and while we all count days, for all that they are worth,
i count lives,
toes,
birds,
and the leaves that fell from my favorite tree this fall.
today we stand tall,
tomorrow, we'll have a ball,
Leave, because they tell me that 'you don't know much'
this bed,
this table, inside,
the walls with peeling paint,
a heart that beats, but barely,
look the moment in the eye,
squarely,
and smile...
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