I know the stars are no pretty jewels
they're fire and ashes and storm and roar
but still I wish I could bend nature's rules
to be near them and hug them even more
Most of the time I'm not asking for tools
I love the stars whatever they're for
I'd rather be willingly one of the fools
and while I can't sleep I open my door
© 2011
Thursday, 30. June 2011
While I can't sleep
still dead
(neither voice nor phenomenon)
if you think you could ask me to get you
and the dead of the tongue were alive
if you premise i'd catch on your whole view
you just worship he knowledge you hive
all we do - that's a simple suggestion -
is so meaningless when the time comes
and until then - beyond all digestion -
we'll be ant-like hiving the crumbs
© 2011
please! let's skip this and all this post post structuralism!
if you think you could ask me to get you
and the dead of the tongue were alive
if you premise i'd catch on your whole view
you just worship he knowledge you hive
all we do - that's a simple suggestion -
is so meaningless when the time comes
and until then - beyond all digestion -
we'll be ant-like hiving the crumbs
© 2011
please! let's skip this and all this post post structuralism!
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