Saturday, April 9, 2016

I am wrong

the winds in colors
maybe I was wrong

leaping into boxes
awake now

booming graysplash sky
people love me
I might be wrong

make things up, shout,
not afraid, not afraid
snap the continents alive

through the doors, bright, old, toothy
be hurt, get broken
afraid to say I am wrong

loud-colored witch, rushing time
bite the words back

maybe I am wrong

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