Saturday, December 7, 2013


Where are the words
The ones that fall out of a sack
When I see you and they leap
Now broken in a crazy heap

Where do they go when you break
A thousand pieces of glass
A million pieces of blood
My fumbling hands and not enough string

Where is heaven when they fail
Bright lights and pits
All cinders that were once something
But you remember when.

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