Monday, February 4, 2008

kotoshi saigo no yuki no hi (precipice)

There in the West waiting for one embrace

that no doctor or sunset could ever give

where copper trails of cloud do burn

above this slow spinning rock that awaits her return

it's been in the air since razor winter was born

her name as a cliff over a screaming cape of storms

and every piece of your life...

meant something wonderful to someone

this is what we were once made of

this is our six senses and seven wonders

another cursed number

is that all there is?

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