Friday, February 14, 2014

Perhaps Later

In this scenario
          you're sleeping
        I'm writing
          you were recently awake
          my body is still moving with
          the car
        I am unconsciously stationary

The fear of running empty
          pushes me on, like the night
        here is hopeful, quiet
          but not empty
          I feel my soul in the trees
          over the river
          I'm torn on car engines &
          ageless trees
        I am belonging to neither

I am undecided where to die.

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