Saturday, March 12, 2016

When You Get Tired

A soft tongue breaks the bone.
A tired liar says, "I'm god."

When we're awake, we home,
Like pigeons who're so tired

They can't recall, "Let go!
Let what you don't know drop

You, homing on a world
That doesn't know what you

Are that you should somehow
Know what you are. No. No."

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