Saturday, January 22, 2011

The Constant Gravitational Pull Of Wandering Objects In The Space Between Us

from within/from without
nothing left to doubt
rain falls and the soul of the night calls
me/you

the left will return the right
and the offer will live the light
rain falls and the soul of the night calls
me/you

drive-
till the sunlight greets you
drive-
till you feel the road meeting you
drive-
and i'll be waiting for you

within release/without relief
suspend your disbelief
rain falls and the soul of the night calls
me/you

the center will invert in the emotion
and the outer will arrive by invocation
rain falls and the soul of the night calls
me/you

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