Friday, September 4, 2009


"Backward we traveled to reclaim the day

Before we fell, like Icarus, undone;

All we find are altars in decay

And profane words scrawled black across the sun."


"Everyone in me is a bird

I am beating all my wings"


"Is it the sea you hear in me?

Its dissatisfactions?

Or the voice of nothing, that was your madness?


Love is a shadow.

How you lie and cry after it."

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