Sunday, November 30, 2008

Sanctuary

Run back to the bed that you sleep in and the cocoon you weep in,
trying so hard to keep in, any evidence or essence of weakness.
The lifelines were wasted on the empty pizza box in the kitchen,
and you've run so far now, turning back would be useless.
They've cut off all supplies of overused tissues.
So you're ripping up letters to dissolve all your unresolved issues.
Rewinding old tapes to see where you tripped up,
but how could you fall without first getting up?
Staring at yourself. The perfect picture of bad health.
So break your crown and break them down.
Pinpoint and analyse each expression you've found.
Pull out the finger you're so attached to,
and start moving before they move along without you.
You can already see it. It's happened too fast.
The world won't stop moving but you're still in the past.

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