Inside this new love, die.

Your way begins on the other side.

Become the sky.

Take an axe to the prison wall.


Walk out like someone suddenly
born into color.

Do it now.

You're covered with thick cloud.

Slide out the side.
and be quiet.
Quietness is the surest sign
that you've died.

Your old life was a frantic running
from silence.

The speechless full moon
comes out now.



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I swear that is so beautiful and i understand it!
-- Laurie, 9/2/08

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