Was he a poet?

Was he a poet?
Magician?
Was it really time to disappear?
He had his intuition
I had to have lines on my paper
He was the most ancient thing that I could grasp
Fleetingly still counts
He had the sea and you had the moon
I had my reason

Maybe I was afraid youπd read some truths about me
Because youπve always been a mirror like that
How youπd watch me get all mixed up How youπd watch me mess it all up

I should have known
By your bag of poems and trap doors
Should have called that one
Should have called that one
Should have called that one

Edison Woods

viernes, febrero 04, 2005

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