oh grey morning.
shall i sing you a lullaby?
take you back to the sleep
that you've barely woken from?
you are me..
i was you in the beginning.
until the sunlight cracked the sky
and beat me blind with whiteness;
bracketting out reality as it once was being.
you are the ghost of past months.
the haunted empress.
a girl i knew better than a glove
knows a hand..
than grass knows land.
than a palm knows the side of a lovers face.
--so go back to slumber.
return to the imaginative night.
where shadows are one
and the only comprehendable colors are
shades of black and grey-blues.
flick off the dull light that shines down on us,
hang off the ripcord of the sky.
only those brave enough whitness
how you hang over our heads so crookedly...
as if contemplating your own fall.
as though you must keep your rusty hinges intact
and hidden from your urge
to punish us.
