Friday, March 23, 2012

quarter of.

i'm tired of sleep.
i'm tired of closed lids
where muddled colors
and shapes of light
take flight
and cruise
into forced fantasy.

i've got to keep these eyes open.
please,
tell me how to keep them open.
tell me i can face the sun,
tell me she waits for me
and i'll burn out these retinas.

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