tonight, the sky is underneath us

5.12.11

sustain

a last rushing sound, broken and glued together
the glass i saw you on the other side of
yet, more sediment scraped from its surface
i sing in pain
you sing in laughter.
a gentle hope drifts deeper
than pressing rush of sorrow
you wake me, you wake me early.
I am not ready, I am not ready,
go on without me.

how can i go on with these question,
they bury behind my eyes
they drag my forehead down
until i am crushed against the ground.

broken note fell into my lap
like a wounded bird with a bandaged wing
I sing, I sing, I sing,
for I do not know what else to do,
and you are singing over me.






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