the song of two, two without wings

September 29, 2010
paint travesties on the flickering canvas, already
stained with starlight and
last breaths. rise and fall,
heave ho, we're
drowning overboard, dancing
in our death, winged
through the concept
of shhgotosleep.

applique poetry on a fallen eyelash,
wish for the return of the
lethargy that follows
the splitting of a heart-filled word.

china doll, crack in two, we
are dying in five dimensions for you.

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