Sunday Morning Subtle But Obvious Organized Self Abuse Swim Club

I have a lot of memories, I seem to not be able to shut up the monkey mind, I over analyze. I now get to do all that while learning to type.

Thursday, May 11, 2006

FULL STILL

LAY BACK WATCH NIGHT
GATHER AT MY WINDOW
ASH BLACK BURNT STARS
TETHERED FROM BELOW

JET NOISE MOONLIGHT
SONIC SPACE RUMBLE
THIN AIR CLOUDS LUMP
DIMENSIONAL BUBBLES

SLOW CREEP QUICK CHILL
SKY REVOLVES AROUND ME
YOU SLEEP FULL STILL
I GAZE AT NOTHING

I SHINE ALONE
IN MY OWN SIGHT BUT
I FEEL WHEN YOU SHIFT
YOUR POINT OF LIGHT

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