WATER POURS FROM THE LION'S MOUTH
GRITTY AND METALLIC
DROP BY DROP
IT SPILLS, BLOOD-TINGED WINE---
WHAT YOU CALL FALLING,
I CALL SEEKING THE EARTH.
I WANT TO BE DRAWN INTO THE DARKNESS
AND DISSOLVE
IN THIS QUIET TOMB
MAYBE COME TOGETHER AGAIN
SOMEWHERE ELSE
AS SOMEONE DIFFERENT.
11.27.2010
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