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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