Friday, February 23, 2007

hang condensed

the clouds
hang condensed
effortless

the broken table
pieces of glass
covered with piss
and old cardboard

i knew it was precarious
we all did
i knew it was glorious
we all did
as with anything

there is nothing to do
but work
hone ourselves
now

the tribute
will always remain

now
we go forward

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