Sunday, June 28, 2009

“Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth.”

Oh God you were so beautiful that night.
I came out of the ground and I could hardly see anything.
Like Plato's cave allegory, Like Jason's Argonauts; astronauts.

I worked with a candle on my fucking head.
In methane pockets.

I am dirty but I just want to see the bluebird sing.
Hear it chirp and watch it love; nesting.

I came out and am free to watch love build life.

Touch that.

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