Snakes – 5/11/09
Time
is the vacuum of persistent traffic
on the midnight-dampened asphalt
and its echoes of dim headlights that
sliver like snakes across the ceiling
echoes that hang down above us
with sharpened fangs
they bite the sleeping
Time
is the vacuum of persistent traffic
on the midnight-dampened asphalt
and its echoes of dim headlights that
sliver like snakes across the ceiling
echoes that hang down above us
with sharpened fangs
they bite the sleeping
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