Monday, February 17, 2014

"A Manuscript" (2/2/14)

A preface to that of yours
the law of multiplication is double-edged, bored
virgin to my eyes
but something starcrosses the sum of you and unity

We take a moment of silence as I look out the window with someone else's eyes
Where is the red in the sky?
Would it not appear until I die?

The cylinders did not surface here until I transcribed the sky
And in all of these lies I forgot about you
Who will have to wait up for me
Whoever you may be

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