Sunday, January 18, 2009

Song of a Chosen Sunrise

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Your finger presses my lips
presses me beyond the eclipse
of sinking souls of wrecked ships
the sinking souls of wrecked ships

Madness pursues my indecision
mind ruined by its revisions
victim of its lack of vision
victim of its own imprecision

Your eyes unfold me as sunrise
unfolds her ripened skies
as this sleepless soul can rise
this soul will rise

Beyond my life's keen disguise
unravels all that is wise
as this sleepless soul can rise
this soul will rise

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