Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Counting

I should be quiet. Because I say so much more.
Than you.
I am speaking for you, I imagine.

"Unsheathed words, windswept; carved into my bones"

An invocation to me when you spoke; you forgot the license to depart.
And I.
I.
I am here now...forced into a bottle and cast into the sea, mirroring the world you strive for.