Monday, July 28, 2008


I gave the world in neon and in return got black and white.

I fought an uphill battle, and you didn't even put up the fight.

I feel a Grand Canyon growing deep inside of me.

Atop one mount is what I want--the other is what I need.

I rest in the valley; it is here that I find peace.

Yet, it’s this peace that destroys me,

The peace of a stagnant sleep.

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