Saturday, May 7, 2011

Philosopher's Floor

Crowd collapse,
Pink lace, and skin desired.

The hammock that you've chosen
Collapsed into the ocean.

Too late to save,
Your lungs gave away.

Oxygen creating
Air on the surface.

And that was the last of your living.

And we still infect these waters..

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the truth about freedom

The space between inhale and exhale the space between stars fill up with air, and collapse into dust I walk a sunlit path and breath...