Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Intergalactic Message


A distant star returned to earth, to gather the rest of her dust
left behind, with nails and arms, she steals the rest of us
I lay right down and tap the ground, convinced that I'd been had
the star she hears
and turns around
to say its not so bad
"For I have been
nothing and all, over and over again
To stop and take a fall
is where a wish begins
And you, your hands make lovely sound
so let the music play
For you too will find yourself
by giving it all away"

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