17 June 2009

new fallen war

great swells over shouts
static disintegrating into voice into words
run
there is war
run
bubbles pop
air released and lost
new roadblocks littering from feet to horizon
frozen
acrid smell urgent touch
undecided choice
creates survival
on the road of disappearances

I don't even know if this makes any sort of sense. I will sleep someday.

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