Thursday, March 8, 2012

Roller Rink Saddness


I am forever forgetting
falls gently the wrong advice
and the fleeting spaces
have come to be known as life

And the dreams downward
spiral beauty can only suffice
like a collection of moons
in a sleeper's gift of life

Down, down goes our dreams
and the worlds would splice
through the cylinder of trees
split the boards of life

Down goes our dreams
seeping like melting ice
into our graces and be boiled down
to taste only the sweetness of life.




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