April 4, 2011

your errors in time
in Time
will tie our pockets to our 
ties
in Time,
drip copper from our 
wallets,
in Time
will time the Times we climbed
through climes of Diamond lines
to fill an Empty Pride
of sides in hides of men
who silhouette the Sun again
and travel with the Moon
to Spend
the night in revelation,
or revels, 
losing any shed of skin
(should teeth present their 
indentations) to the willing
and the drunk on tar and
Oxygen
until the Sun begins again
to reprimand
and freedom ends
stop living in seconds
and
be free as firsts again.

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