16 Feb 2010


the swell is big

it goes over me
under
even inside

little rolled balls of darkness fall in
and disappear

oh, do I fear darkness
oh, do I fear depth

I climb up the mountain
and reach the valley
where people go to die
where silence takes over
where darkness is not present in such light

the swell is big
it washes the valley
it washes me

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