Stay stalwart and true,
make gray sparkle silver,
make blue yellow-gold.
Be the rainbow, guide me through
be a million shattering diamonds
at the center of the earth,
like beneath this flesh,
we're all like you inside.
But once we dry up,
the yellow grasses remain.
Shifting, stirring
in the stalwart and true wind.
Friday, December 4, 2009
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