Sunday, February 28, 2010

Upside Down.

When up is down.

I'm all turned around. fall out. but really fall in.

hold my hand while i cross.

the river, the street, the tight-line,

the ocean, the land before time.

there's nothing sad to find.

Except being left behind.

It's just the other side. hold on. let go. Redial.

We're marching to zion. or at least a land called that.

I'm up all night again.

Because i'm on the other side:

The side of the world where everything is upside down to you.

Nothing holds my attention, except a hot cup of tea.

Wake me up from my awakened state.

Let me be in waist deep sleep.

hang the phone up.

please dial again.

exhaustion is speaking.

i'm out of town.

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