"For Fools rush in where Angels fear to tread."

Thursday, July 15, 2010

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Every time I come to,
I'm face down in a lake-
not dead-
but unconscious.

With great effort I must
rotate and face up
and see the stars.

I don't want this to be a romantic idea-
I need this-
these stars
this space
this night.

I need this.

This space exists
in such an a opposing way
to this city,
to this cramped coffee shop.

Its attractive in its awe,
its autonomy
that makes me feel at home.

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