Friday, January 3, 2014


These things you are/aren't saying
are worse than Bricks

We smash
Ballistic glass
til we're sleepy
and bleeding

My dear love,
how did we end up
here in Babylon again today?
rushing at one another
all wrong

let's chase the place
where the Gold melted into water
and let our Chacos fill with sand
holding hands until we're

We are the only ones left
for each other
you know
That's how we started
That's how we must go.

Let's quiet down
and hear each other now
Let's silent down
and turn each other
back toward the Sun
back toward what brings us together

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