| | Light in the blackness of spring 
Spring, sing!
Sing, Spring, if you can.
"What is the difference between birth and death?"
Your head in my lap, eyelids shut tight.
"I don't know; are we even alive?"
I have a voice, a mouth with lips. I scream,
Empty, torrential; I am the flood gates!
Lips not meant to kiss
Devour whole streets in one deadly sip.
I wish you'd drink deep of me.
The killing would be so much better than waiting.
Teacher, teach me, when is Spring coming?
"This city's too busy for me,"
My voice awakens you from your dreams.
You rub your eyes and promptly fall back asleep.
Nothing lush or green ever grows in this place,
Everything that sprouts up is already dying.
But he never leaves,
Like the autumn leaves
Fall.
"If death is Spring,
Then yes, darling, birth and death are the same thing."
Yet I am singing to the silence!
"I could not hear with my eyes shut."
Your voice lacks inflection.
My words return to meat and bone,
The flesh on the trees.
Loneliness reaches for me through the silence,
I feel death coming; However,
The heart holds a light death cannot extinguish.
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| | Posted 9/20/2006 10:34 PM - 4 comments
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