the cathedral is calling
some meek whispers
in a static renaissance
they're telling tales
of good days to come
sunshine and storybooks
of your sparkling eyes
and of my vagrant looks
i'd rather be left out at sea
a float
with one million things
beneath
relishing my demise
then to have to wake up
right now
from this bliss
Monday, March 15, 2010
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