Friday, July 3, 2009


Will you follow me till the lights grow dim
Where sand become shards, when walls to the touch become grim

Would you still keep a smile when earth shakes free
Where serpents abound slither and gnaw with glee

Will you dance with me to music flawed
Beneath the dying sun shining on a dead summer sprawled

Will you walk with me on a haze covered street
Keeping cadence and stance with nail bled feet

Would you care see what vision escapes the eye
In a world far away where satellites dare not fly

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