Saturday, January 10, 2009

there are probably still a few good reasons nobody knows me
my trees are misshapen
and when I lie down I start to grow
from the very, very bottom

From the very, very bottom.

if I knew which dreams caused this
or could rectify them from below
I would dig deeper than you could follow

and somewhere within there you'd plug your ears
from the dark
and the worms
squirming beside your temples
pushing along your spine
quietly counting the seconds
silently finding the time

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