Either you are sorting it out, or you are full of it.

Sunday, February 3, 2013


Skyscrapers unfolding in the cold night air

Petals of iron bars and green mesh ready to fall away

And you too are what you are, unfolding in the night

This skin, this fragile frame ready to slip off

And let you reach for the sky.

posted by ferret at 1:55 am  

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