The blindsidedness seeps through my pores,
runs through my veins
making the inexplicable exploitable.
Carving along my skin the tattoed art of yesterday,
from the pure unadulterated man.

Hiding within these caved walls,
coolness against my back,
the fierce heat from fires that burn before me,
but a labyrinth of destruction.

Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream,
sprinkle your magic dust into my eyes.
Sleeping forever seems as if it would be,
a promise yet unbroken.
The salt from his fingers burn,
welling the tears from deep within,
running river deep.

09/20/2001

Posted on 09/20/2001
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