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Standing while Sleeping |
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Everything is falling
And I swift from side to side
Gently balancing myself
To some slow melody
My hand
Slides up in space
Touching the air
Feeling nothing there.
It falls to my side
And like a farmer in a field
I close my eyes
And breathe the sweet air.
Melancholy on my lips
In a tense smile
With tears forming
And it fades away.
My heart inhaling
My eyes still.
I know it now.
And I am not lost, but away.
Everyone's above me.
I'm on a platform.
And I don't know if they're going up
Or if I'm heading down.
But they look for me
Both the deadites,
And the sweet eyes of love.
Down here I am.
I used to write poems of love.
And dream of winds.
But now everything's still.
Oddly enough, inside and out. |
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