Wednesday, April 10, 2013

ALTLIFE

the blows. rafts. skies they say are dropping poison, and from within. we eat it like it's nectar, so hungry. then they say spit it out. it's killing you. so you gotta take all that shit you've been given and fast, and float. bounce.      


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we are creatures of air, our roots in dreams and clouds, reborn in flight.