Drip drip drip
Caught on the Barbed Wire of Sensation
Monday, August 06, 2007
For Free
This connection has worn like the gold color
on a battered locket.
Stochastic encounters do not a welded bond make-
if striking out on the slick slopes of this armored pyramid,
I slip to the hot sands below
you will reign above.
But the sun is a balm,
and the sea is free, with waves that don't take to belonging,
or balances;
it takes instead, with a ruthless hand
and crushes the bricks of civilization.
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