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Blue Orb

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Published: July 28, 2006
watery life
looking back
was it life, really at all?

drag my nails
stand up again
comb out my hair

the deal was struck
agreed upon
now in the dark
i find no dawn

for

the glowing trees
the purple breeze
hold open a book for me
and then i see

rushing through a wasted land
never did stand
to break the mend

and i take the book along with me
to show those floating on the purple breeze

i have crawled
scraped my stomach on the street
hid the knives
so that you couldn't see
hands cloaked in blood and sores
until i couldn't see anymore
those that i adored
patching up my broken knees

i waited
holding tight to my mother ship
i instigated
the fight that would end it
i debated
if the seed that grew inside
should ever have been sacrificed.. for this

for you

and my trees

never left me
alone
they
never left me
for their.. own home
don't forget me
when you're
alone
floating on your own

purple breeze... for a while...

and a picture of you and the intimidator-of all
floods my mind with memories recalled
a rose at a gas stop

two
blue
metal orbs in my hand
peaceful sound on demand
roll them around on my palm
enducing a drowsy calm
of the past to wander me
off into a peaceful sleep
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