Words fall from my eyes
like charcoal.
Black ink leaks from my heart,
Staining the page with blood.
Cataracts cloud my eye,
Salt coats my tongue;
Now too barren,
too shallow for words.
Shadows fall but are lost
in my eye.
Do not come back.
Turn from this desert.
Le me wander till night falls
And I am gathered up
To fill the space between the stars.
07.31.08
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