10/9/12

Ball o twine

Sit me, unlistening
rewinding a colorless string
Stretched, numb, thin
latchless sin

Tailored taunts
Wear me gaunt
Eating through the inside
Ruin I confide

Then it whispers
and collectively utters
Chills breathe through
A color so true

The eddies ease
A gust of geas
Brought bright into the world
Ideas warm and curled

A frigate of fire
I Sip blue ire
Tightening 
That sad and hopeless string
Only to unravel again

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