Wednesday, November 26, 2008

today, it is good weather for airstrikes

I Slide Forward Through My Head
I Think Half Way
See Myself Sing
The Anthem We Wrote Together
We Had A Dream
We Had Everything
We Rode To The End Of The World
We Rode Searching
Climbed Skyscrapers
Which Later Exploded
The Peace Was Gone
Balance Leaks Out
I Fall Down
Slide Forward
Through My Head
I Always Return To The Same Place
Total Silence
No Answer
(But) The Best Thing God Has Created
Is A New Day


Mera naam chun chun said...

New day?

Saturnalia's Offspring said...

This is powerful. Really.
And the way you capitalized every word seems to emphasise everything, and nothing, at the same time. Like every word is precious. Like every stray thought is precious.