Friday, March 11, 2011

An Anxious Hand? I guess so...

                                                  
You don't know calm until you've seen this ink on paper
These bleeding fingers
This reckless enlightenment  
You cannot fathom the definition of what I am
I  am lost within myself
Dreaming of dreams
Finding a familiar comfort in displacement
You are vacant
You are dull.






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