Monday, October 17, 2011


The last time she said
'The last time I cried'
Kept going over it again
Until the moment the truth started to break
Like fountains springing in my mind
Blinding me to the truth I tried so hard to find
Still I get up one more time

And say...

It's like a crack, a mirror, a spiderweb
Crashing cascades of fractured thought
Inside a fractured brain
A mental note that could fill a library
And other assorted analogies
That it seems I just don't have the time for
Not today, not yesterday
Ask me tomorrow and we'll see

What we'll see, when we see
What even a blind man could see.

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