far be it from be
2004-12-05 | 5:47 p.m.
Here I can see him From miles I cannot understand In a state of consciousness beyond reason I wait. A room of bars and golden lights Tin cans and classical music Far below my heavy words I wait. Here I can hear him With seconds and hours drowning Behind memories scratchy and skipping I wait. In the chilled pools of logic In the motels of remembrance Under the desks of burden Between the cracks of things I�ll never understand In shells of old In clothes of new In love, I wait.
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