sexta-feira, 6 de março de 2009

everyone learns how to swim like a fish,
you save all your pennies for a luckier tide,
if wishes were horses then beggars would ride
in the city the walls learn to talk,
screaming slogans in neon and chalk,
people cast their belief like a stone
that betrays but won't leave you alone,
and the cars all fly past in a hot, metal flash,
it's the speed at which moments belong to the past,
and the flood that keeps coming and alarms
that won't ringare the reasons that I started time traveling
i am with you in heart and in mind,
i am with you in and out of time,
we are rising and rolling like waves
through the dust and the grind and the grime,
you told me that time functions just like a coil,
and bodies are roots if they just pierce the soil,
so let us remember the soft, fertile ground
and stare up the center of time going round
we will stay afloat,drop our hearts like anchors and rock,
rock like the boat,my love was born with gills,
a cavernous space that creates, restores, and refills

time traveling
erica buettner

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