7-2-2013

whisper into closed
ears the darkness
that you cannot enter,

the bliss that you
cannot find. open
your eyes and count

the stars to the moon
and the blades of
grass until i get to you.

concave, we are breathing
in the ocean and it’s only
reflection of the empty
sky,

just not so empty, just not
so full.

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