Sunday, February 15, 2009


When all of my cracks split
me into millions of
shattered pieces,
fragile shards,
will the light
shine in, will
the rain wash out
acid rain, so bitter
chemical to taste,
burn on the tongue like a brand
all the
names of all my sorrows
names of all my childen
all the names
of all the places and ways I've
ever been;
will a prism
shine out rainbow splash
across anything I stand
in front of



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