Monday, April 28, 2014

all the places you don't belong

the brooklyn bridge has always 
been good to me.
i heard a woman calling for her son.
Boast not against the branches. 
But if thou boast, thou bearest not the root, 
but the root thee.
the cathedrals were all empty;
only shadows, only echoes remained
yet the woman kept calling
calling out her son's name

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