Friday, January 30, 2009

Becoming Away

As if my feet had fallen, I was sacred as the floor
Ground me and do not wake me
I am not fallen to the floor
One million ways does sway me
I have been ousted from the floor
Rocket man through the bones of my feet!
Some sacred place did wait
I took
Like sleeping child’s
I wake
From whirring lights as driven fields
I took
And became so much farther everyday
I became away

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