Thursday, November 26, 2009

Sleepwalkers on the Ocean Highway



My shrivelled eyes
The membrane that has been given me
The freight-trains are all empty

I cannot be reached
The organism from the burning star
The buildings are all vacant

The colour of cool stone
Soaked in stale water
The withering eye has no desire

Dim light and dying fire
All within reach is tainted
Like the soul in the black egg

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