waterskin tight on the surface,


rolling slowly to earth


like a drip from a dam


on impact everything contained


becomes everything you see.


face value when you've hit rock bottom


is all there is.


these tears running down the face


of solid stone


seem to tell a story,


but there's only one way to be certain.


but no one wants to take the time


to climb a dam


just to swim.


not these days.


it seems the only way to reveal yourself


is to explode,


letting everyone caught in the torrents


know exactly what you were thinking.


but you can't reel that back


once you let it go.


then there are pieces of you spread across the globe,


saturating those you meet,


leaving you in their muddied footprints


as they walk away angry.





so you sit stoic, watching people


watching you and leaving


because they catch the drips


and forego the flood,


and don't think to scale the wall


to watch the ebb and flow


of my tides.


and a tear for every friend you never knew


rolls down your face


for the next to see.

07/10/2006

Posted on 07/10/2006
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