Tuesday, July 22, 2014

I put my face in the black pool of stars
and hear the roar of waves as I bow down.
All the crawling creatures come to life
blinking their golden eyes
and curling around their columns.
My feet are red from all this walking.
My voice is lost from all this whispering
A language of one. 
My head is full of stories
told over and over again in my blood. 

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