I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Story Bones
(this is one of those "what you wake up with" pieces)
It's the fear he lives with, the horror he expects to find.
2 comments:
HAPPY MERRY HAPPY MERRY CHRISTMAS HOLIDAYS HAPPY MERRY HOLIDAYS CHRISTMAS!!!
Hey Camille, Happy Merry to my favorite Littlebird!
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