Rah-Rah's Rants
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Resolve
Words can't grow skin
or fit into splints. They don't read
road signs or feel the comfort
of warm hands. Words reason
with isolation as a phantom
body, broaching desolate
boundaries of consciousness
without water or stars.
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