Leafy Bones

Thursday, 26 April 2012

Keats Doors

Come, wait
I'll wait no more
the stars are cut glass
curving early eyes.
Come, wait,
my soul wants no needs
no tiptoe the dye on sheeted floor,
come, wait,
my dissolve is to hesitate
to lean for the beckon.
Believe in unreachable
and that's all it'll ever be.

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