December 30, 2013 § Leave a comment

even when I am not in you

I love you as a child, hungers

as a hostage loves the jailer that keeps her alive, fed and unfree

there is no true freedom in death but the stars

say it is so, and if you follow them they’ll take you to her


still- it’s the river

reflecting their fiction

depicting their reflection


take care to speak to the sky when addressing the moon

or, lose your siren


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