Wednesday, December 28, 2016

lagging behind

when you babble on
about what you feel and what you saw
and what you had
and what you are

i get lost in the rhythms
and forget the message

i get confused by the syllables
and forget the confessions

i lag behind the river run
of your voice

looking for the sun

standing backwards
in my humility

but in what's guilty
you talk on

and never notice


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