Saturday, March 12, 2005

The Red Trail

Can you hear my silent breath?
A whispering wonder gasping for air
These loud eyes cry empty buckets of tears
In a gap of frozen time I dump them into the ocean
Shoved down and chained to this red marked trail
I stare down at my feet refusing the false scenery
A secret path runs through my veins
Foreign words inhabit my broken mouth
This dehydration makes it impossible to spit them out
Copy written dreams replay throughout the night
Underneath another passes transparently

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