something's been streaming into my subconscious
because when i close my eyes, i see you. i see them.
i see beings with no faces.

some are pulling me towards them, they are protectors.
other's i'm running from. a few i know inside and out.
but all of them i reach out for.
i reach to touch their faces, to feel their lips or brims
i look up to find their eyes and i can never make anything out.

i fall into these people in succession.
i wake. i roll. i pick up where i left off.

12/15/2009

Author's Note: i hate this poem.

Posted on 12/16/2009
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