Friday, July 31, 2009

not finished

Somewhere from the east a note stirs the early morning air,
Even though to me, here in this place, it is still night,

Everything I've said sounded so much more profound before I said it,
So I'm making a new resolution, I'm only going to start to say things,
I will never finish my thoughts, and the profound depths they reach,
As they hang endlessly in the air, strung up with fishing line,

Will make it seem as if these things I haven't said were the only things
Ever worth saying, at all.

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