Wednesday, November 2, 2011

up there (where clouds are known as mr. clouds to you)

(a)
we spread our wings, take up flight, you are the wind i am your kite, i see clearly, when i am up high, there is one string attached to me, in the hands of one child, i am in the past.

(b)
covalent shadows of our hydrogen bonds, frozen expansion through lines in my palm, that lake is freezing, liquid water unseen, we're all the ice on top, repelling rising heat.

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