Saturday, December 31, 2011

Your Name


Your Name

It is time
for me to crack open
my skull,
see what’s inside,
invent a new way of looking at things. 
I know I am dying
but why should that make
a difference?
People die one day at a time.

I shall build a house
that will stand forever,
with a smile folding at the corner
of my mouth, and a star sitting
on my tongue
like a stone around which
your name blossoms
distorted

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