Sunday, March 14, 2010

There is some stuff in my brains
Thats not letting itself be wordshaped at the mo
Just murmurings below the surface
A deeper shadow hinting
As a leviathon underneath
With the power to shatter my tiny boat
Or leap into the open sky
Or pass on unnoticed in peace

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