Friday, December 16, 2011

Cicada drone

Sitting in this inside world
Wrapped around ourselves
Needing nothing feeling
Nothing of the outside world
It’s all right here enveloping
Us whispering to us telling
Us what we need to know
Feeding us what we need
To survive artificially in
Capacitated inebriated
Is it day is it night does it
Really matter anymore
Suspended in a memory
Lazing in the afternoon
Heat singing songs of
Attraction & faith that
Our wings will soon be
Unfurled & dry enough
To fly to ecape to live

KE

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