2009-07-23 | 11:01 p.m.
When I lie in bed I am a pond.
Cold, StagnantI teem with Lifedeep in my darkestwithout surfacing
He is the Wind, the Rain, the Trees
Disturbances slight thrurustles and heavy breathingrippling my surface,i feel myself ebbat the corners of my bed
i want to seep throughthese sheets to fresh water
He is the Dirt, the Grass, the Rocks
holding me down not with hands
but geography
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