Music slips.

chadwickchadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
edited March 2007 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Oh this of desire owns me, sailing through your firmament.
I am scattered among your gleam.
No more darkness, I found.
You are thriving flight, eyes, tears fill mine, light.
Tonight, music slips star to star.
We are.
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."

Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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