Number 5

May 6, 2010
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Lining my sleep.
Drifting by the rose bushes
On a quiet English morning.
Counting away
To possibilities.

Undying mechanical whir,
Commonplace obsession,
Forever marking the space between the stars.

Letters without a hand,
Thoughts without control,
Our metal mindedness lying frigid in fields,
Forgotten during summertime madness.

Lengths of twine,
Measuring tapes,
Reminders to the wind,
Despair crawling through the noise, away from time's cruel game.

Pomegranate future swaying in the breeze,
Speaking to the candlelight, lying to the seasons,
Truth in numbers,
Hope in spiteful fantasies.

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