Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Libra

I shine, but it doesn't originate from anything I've created 
I am but a window tryin my best to keep all the dust from blocking His shine
that bounces through my slippery syllables
and all I'm lookin for is someone to unlock my latch
to let some fresh breath in 
just a set of scales tryin  to refresh this browser
stuck in front of my face in this never ending session
my eyes, biting these bytes 
storing these realities, losing track of the separation 
between these dreams and when they try to tell me how to feel 
how to be real

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