follow me in my quest to be completely alone and bear witness to my solitude through your own being. we march together forward whether we like it or not.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Oh 11:11!

Oh 11:11
I love you on the clock
At the subway stop
On a dollar bill
Done against my will
Right here in the forum
Sprung from the decorum
Oh 11:11
I take you as my sign
And a friend of mine
Eleven birds upon a wire
Eleven logs that feed the fire
Burning in sacred songs
Of all our rights and wrongs
Oh 11:11
The ticket to my seat
A comfort that repeats
This thing become my choice
To be alone rejoice
In the numbers on receipts
The depth of my conceit
Oh 11:11

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