12.07.2008

Inundation


When I hear them talking,
It's like I can see light coming out,
Not in shafts or streams,
But little sparks and stars,
And they don't seem surprised,
But then I don't know if they know,
It's okay that way I think,
It's been okay for years,
And when it builds,
Like a pyramid or a  tidal wave,
I don't really try to respond,
And instead let the rip and throw,
Of how many people there are to love,
Run things for a while.

1 comment:

appletrain said...

loveee this one.