Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Exit Music

i knew i was early
but i didn't want to be late

walking to the door,
i thought,

i would like a building with a door man
they always filled the necessary gap between

inside and out.
i open the door

passively to the next epithet

tallying sober jests

tallied somber jets
clouding the blue

of plans i'm not ready for.

the vacuumed air greets me

my walls appear,
shouldering mask sustainment

lending no advise

Exit Music plays
and i listen

and, because the Sun can not
i will account the light

and touch
be touched by it

for that is the arrangement.

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