Saturday, April 30, 2016

Wild to see clear

One piled on one, we have built these fast fast minds
Wearing all our clothes, we hold up the globe
We have made for our bodies a golden house of our words

Look at us all dressed up in our words
One for the sunshine, one for losing our minds
One for the hours that dance across the globe

Look at us spinning, each a tiny globe
Woven of magic words, soft words, angry words
Stories we bite into, wild to see clear to our minds

The crazy music of our minds bouncing off the globe in old words

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