Read me:

there is a distant earthquake
here on this island of me,
a silent dipping down and heaving over.
The sky of you is falling and the clouds are
gathering.
I see you sucked out into the vaccume of space,
the only thing left is pale ozone.

the sunset isnt as pretty
here on this island,
could you send a ship this way?
Have your life preservers at the ready.

08/02/2005

Posted on 08/02/2005
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