a hollow life; or (dancing with the) moon and (stars) on earth, by David Subscribe to rss feed for David

longing for the days when we danced, 
we lept in joy to abade sorrows and woe,
indescriminantly we passed like flowers and pawns,
to a world of our own design,
of lords and layers, wimsy and wine,
still ignoring the world aglow,
with fierocity and teeth of gnashing,
came words of knowledge and of meaning,
but we danced all the same,
the record, she skips, she crackles, she sings,
but entranced inside of this waltz,
our eyes stay closed, hearts laid bare,
we spin, we turn, we twist, we smile,
with life going on around us,
but now the song is over,
the singers,they've finished thier songs,
the dancers have finised thier dance,
eyes opened to see the earth we've worn in,
and the graves we've dug for our souls
 
Posted: 2009-02-10 20:57:11 UTC

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