To:
To a dripping ceiling in a monsoon rain
To a three sided coin, an unwinnable game
To a moth with no wings eating red super coats
To a pen long exploded, in splashes, it wrote
To four open daisies, compelled to a smile
To the moment you found me and saved me awhile
To stitching the soul back to legs of my shadow
To diving a neck crack in waters too shallow
To a minute with ego who thinks it's an hour
To a shoot in the arm filled with superman power
To a broken down car with no gumption to live
To a second the world just becomes what it is
To morning when no one has opened their eyes
To babies who silently practice their cries
To books glued together to never be read
To living enormous before you are dead
To a cup full of coffee with curing caffeine
To a person who sees you and knows what you mean
To a riddle which staunchly will not crack a grin
To a mirror which shows you the shape you are in
To wishes in mercury under your brow
To what we were then and what we are now
To that little red moth who left only the buttons
To the silence of sorrow until it is nothing.
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2006
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