September 10, 2006

ah i must

life is life
i like this wood
i like the grain
i run up my fingers
and feel the pain
it bleeds

sweet bitter life
come cut me deep
come make me cry
pain and joy
i must survive

one dead island's summer's moon
gave up the crystal
sit and soot
and dust from sky bright tears and cages
the toodle players of ancient sages
i came running waste high in massage cast
of life divided, masked face past
cried ten times and dove again
into the salty stinging spray
life love color please give way

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