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An umbilical cord attached to represent a living rope
The edge of space, the swing of space
That string shakes violently,
And, recoiling, it dances in midair
One revolution of the body of a dragonfly is limited
To a rooftop, the massive darkness of
My opposite, spinning
A cheap apartment turned inside out
Two worlds
Outside of books
What has risen? It is the rope of
Rotating in the sky above the city
Bye-bye, Goodbye to whom?
Bye-bye, Goodbye to me
Goodbye.
 Violet Rose30 · Mon Mar 06, 2006 @ 10:26pm · 0 Comments |
