Tuesday, April 17, 2007


as she stares at the moon

the ocean gets shallower and shallower and
shallower than her heart has ever been and
she prays to borrow the waters of the ocean
and asks the water to be her
tears drying up is a choking
feeling like a huge mass of vaccum trapped in a
convoluted web of whoknowswhat that her life is
becoming moreandmoreandmore incomprehensible
and the very predictable feeling of emptiness smothers her
yet again she looks on as
the tide rises higher and higher with the moon riding on
the tide refuses to lend its waters to fill
her eyes long to see the moon come out of its cloudy veil

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