Saturday, December 12, 2009

We Long To Express Something


What do you say to the saying of custom?
Do you take it to the bank?
A fact is a brutal keeping of promises
a few moments built on farewell
No lifeboats nor bridges will rise up
At the last possible moment
And make yesterday seem true.
The combustion of eyes
The explosion of wishes
All this does not make it so
Where going and floating
Then washing up on an American shore
Only yesterday seemed more than impossible.

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