somniare.

sometimes, my head explodes

tonight’s pieces July 18, 2008

Filed under: bits and pieces — somniare @ 11:52 pm

If I begged for refrain, would the music slow? Demands… go no further… disregarded as crescendo reaches to milk the last drops from my burning eyes. Sad, melting metaphors… the rising… the falling… rhyme and reason drip from ancient strings. All that I cannot say.

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