Monday, September 28, 2015

Drier, Hotter, Quieter

Truth. The desert deserves you.
There are no stars otherwhere
Can light up dimmed brains like this.

You come home from dreaming home
To discover you were here,
Well outside of anywhere

When you were you, blue, and true.

Reverse it, and it is news

In the echolating
Ear of the era of bats.
How about that!? I'm going

Where I've never been before,
When I've never been before,
Where bats eat bugs by starlight.

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