11 June 2012

Say 'Thy'



on a mattress two centimeters thick
lay I, and ache

carpets on the floor, carpets on the walls
weaved silence

caught a thought from the aether, one night
laying between four eight pointed stars

all visions of the past have a golden hue, I saw
encouraged to look back with awe

take over the body, nobody
whispered the wind over roofs

reap a heap of hands
say I, of thy lands

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