Friday, November 6, 2015

This one’s for you

Friday, November 06, 2015

I live my life in myth
This sifting of sand
That blows through me
Like a sandstorm
I never have experienced
In real life,
Fogging up my eyes,
And clogging up
By lungs
So I can’t breathe,
Life is so complicated
I can’t describe it
Except in vague ways
As if each time I put
My pen to paper
The wind comes along
To blow the words away,
Making me think of that
Old song,
About dust or sand
Getting in your eyes,
But knowing that even
In the midst of all that,
Even when the wind blows hardest,
And the sand gets rough
This one is for you.

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