10:01 p.m. - 2009-07-05
\"nobody does this\"
People scatter through the dark house
like stars

drunken dances
in twinkling trances

all of them capable
of hearing wishes.

the night becomes storm clouds

releasing
you and me
from their skies

and we fall on to wet grass,

bathe in rain

our eyes becoming us,

us becoming

our eyes

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