07/02/2010

Free part VI

Don’t let anything swallow your leap
Because glass and stones build a lonesome house
With bread, water and fourteen words a day

Don’t let anything carve your stride
Because graphite echoes may knock your head
And mark your dreams with asterisks

Don’t let anything touch your silence
Because the colours may all go to sleep
And draw the blinds around your world

Breathe your words as you say them
Taste your strings as you play them

As long as you are on the roam
The locks will rust, the birds will fly
You will be free to live, to die.

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