Witnessing Light
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
snakes crawl out of my mouth,
hands like sleep waiting silentlyf
or me to give into them.
i toss words like rocks
across my tongue, skipping
across the lake, and we reach,
hands outstretched,
for the sun
but it's a shame it's all empty.
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