Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Yield To The Watcher

I am asleep for a reason,
I am curled and nested,
Between my arched bones I feel young,
Young and tender,
Unable to see the difference between floating on toes
And hunting on animals fours,
I cant meet a line,
Or smile a word,
So I sip from tomorrow,

and watch patiently.

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