The wild and windy storm
That couched us in its arms
The cradle soft and warm
Disarm the inevitable
Beneath our shaded lids
We hid on triumph's hill
Beneath the undermountain
The caves drip dark and deep
In long-forgotten fountains
And we are a reclused people
And the stars in the lost sky
Are our church steeple
Sunday, May 22, 2005
I'm bad at vulnerability I like to tie off places Where mess might hide Might wander in to introduce themself Until I'm all kn...
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To slumber And not be tossed about Like an incomplete formula In the mind of a mathematician Is a good thing The solution Lies in reme...
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She shares the blame For Adam's fall So secure, attractive Brilliant in a certain view The essence of Enlightenment I see her raise her ...
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Shadow Simon says: somewhere along the way Shadow Simon says: you've lost sight of who you are Shadow Simon says: and you lost the words...
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