The sunrise who also can't disturb
to climb, to a higher roof
the early people, scattered in the earth.
worm that is as it should be
slowly, far away from their nests
You may ask: where did the dream last night
the rain in the spring to stay
the new building reflection, and the
in the center of palm of hand written over and over again name
so strange, but with poppy like poison
Look beyond, the sea is not true
the shape of clouds are not say
this is a new day, the treetop bird
will also sing, that had the wings of a compromise
are wrapped in a halo in the baby's eyes
You will ask: what is the reality
a worm in the thousands on thousands of worm
crawling, sometimes fear sometimes calm
winding, go and stop
even dead, were so strikingly similar
2013.3.20
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