8:09 p.m. - 2012-10-09
castaway
his boyishness finds his brain
which finds his words
which find his mouth
which finds my ears
which find my heart
which bring the flood
that fills me whole
and finds my eyes
and dribbles dribbles dribbles
out

for hours hours hours.

oh storm
oh it comes to this.

no one will find me dry
for days.

i'll float on
with no beginning in sight, hardly imagined and barely sought,

oh love, you sneaky thing

of the Devil.

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