Tuesday, October 30, 2007

The Invisible

Nick Powell:
Day burns down to night, Burns the edge of my soul.
In the night I break into sparks of suns
And become fires in a dust of bones
Night knifes My breath swallows whole my tongue
Turn back Reverse return
In the night I see the real concealed in the day's bright lie
Eyes stitched shut White teeth smile
Sleep walks and talks
And feet mark time of day


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