Words.

Are there no ends to the tricks you can make words perform?

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Wanted.

I want
to own this world.
the way it feels

I wanna hear
the peals
of laughter

under the singsong of the bells

I wanna touch
the empty atmosphere.

I'm gonna bring the back
to bear

Get outta the way -
I'm here.

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