Sunday, November 6, 2011

There's A Sand Dune Crying Somewhere

If I am made of a million pieces,
Why did they ever vote to become this
Grotesque shape of hair and phlegmatic coughs
Cigarette wheezes and bile spouts

Oh come rain fire down on me Heaven
Let me know you're there,
I'll be fine if you close the gates

I've never gotten anywhere on time.
And I never will,
Someday in the ancient past an old woman
Cursed me and my reincarnations
to never get where we're going

I'll die on this wheel until it is broken
Spinning forever in my karma grave.
Someday I'll become something that cannot die.

A sand dune in the desert of humanity.

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