Suppose
All of my desiresTo take you and break you
They are but momentous dreams
That fall from the trees
And all of these flowers
That slip through our hands like paperweights
They are the towers you built
In these cities of water
You can't believe what I've seen these days
I've seen fields of orange that make crops fail
From head to toe they cover their young
To hide them from you because you are not one
Every single messege
That they float down the stream
Is crashed on the rocks by their makers
Later on when they've grown
Every particle of dirt
That rests upon your body
It will become you
When you finally submit to the earth
When the clouds refuse to cry
And the lakes leak dry
When we finally find there's nothing to find
Then will we rest
posted by Unknown @ 7:32 PM
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