Lykren
03-31-2013, 12:56 AM
Poems are impulsive, like suicide.
You push
and they come,
dizzy with loneliness
and luminousness.
You leap
and awe
comes rushing in,
like a memory of something
you have seen
and once survived.
You push
and they come,
dizzy with loneliness
and luminousness.
You leap
and awe
comes rushing in,
like a memory of something
you have seen
and once survived.