Sunday, November 7, 2010

5000 Vapours

When someone impresses me
it's shouldn't be so final.

The tower drops down
and its mangled steel
juts out rusted
from a cracked stone foundation
where I lay my head down
and close my eyes
from the decaying corpses
around and sing myself to sleep:

I love you, stones that failed,
I love you, building of air
and 5000 smoldering vapours.

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