Saturday, March 19, 2011

His Hazy Horizen

Day in, day out
They are all a blur
When longsighted fantasies
Never focus on day to day

And the steady hiss
Of paved over rivers
Calls me through

A riptide current
From the soul

It’s amazing how the miles
Eat holes in the soles
Of the fee of a man knows
Should be dragging

But even hot asphalt
Reflects the blue of the sky
When you look far enough ahead
Of yourself

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