, i imagine, is like a big black bowl
into which we are poured at birth
and spend the rest of our lives trying to
climb out of.
tired of sliding back down the sides we're
searching for meaning in
random patterns of
letters we whisper
into the night hoping
someone else will catch them and
use them as feathers and twigs in a
bird's nest that's the
closest thing any of us will ever find
to call home in
this boundless place,
tetherless

02/23/2012

Posted on 02/23/2012
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