Friday, July 26, 2013

sink like a raindrop, parlay like a god

on a gnarly evening
with lights by my window
and a boring font beside me
and the tapestry woven
so thick and beautiful
sonorous and plush
breaths in perfection
the id the enemy
with a password quickener
in the fingers
so the mind may stare
at the lights and dream
of less perfect moments
for trudging through fonts

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