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Apr 27, 2007

At world's end

While waiting for the sun,
your keyboard speaks for you
as my eyes become ears that
crinkle at corners whenever
I hear you come in.

We strolled on moonlit screens,
walking around with fingers rather than feet,
eagerly leading and following
each other through a labyrinth
of thoughts and dreams.

I no longer get lost here,
ever since you started
leaving soul-crumbs on the ground
so I can easily find you once
we exit toward a place

where I can chase the sun
toward the world's end,
where I can close my eyes
and still be able to hear you
speak my name.



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posted by Rax @ 11:20 PM