Ingesting sweet cancer
In the pre-storm air.
Loosing my self
In the ecstasy of a foreign tongue
Incomprehensible to me.
A beautiful noise
In the quiet ambience of night.
The love may be false
But it comforts me
In the light of the paper firefly .
8/26/11.
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