talking to wind
By bhikku
firefly light guiding contrast to all this gray all is fog that i just breathe into life from wounded lungs making an effort stamped my palms in trial barbwire crucibles between me and God I know but I seek outside company a 3rd person suggestion a voice from up high down below or inside as long as it makes some sense don't really care for cardinal direction as long as its coming back to me magnetics black hole framed vacuuming all senses to this tongue lapping at the world providing temporary comfort to flame to mushroom clouds and depleting halos worn crooked like gang member attire making it personal like scars or belief Written October 11th, 2001 © on Oct 11 2001 09:59 AM PST 17 • 13 • 1
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"firefly light guiding..."