Nicholas Powell

Feb 29, 2008 - 18:53 PM PST

Day burns down to night
Burns the edge of my soul
In the night I break into sparks of suns
And become fires end
The dust of bones....
Night knifes My breath
Swallows whole my tongue
Turn back Reverse return
In the night I see
The real concealed
In the days bright lie.
Eyes stitched shut
White teeth smile.

Sleep walks
And talks
And feet
Mark time of day
To the drumless beat

not mine, from the movie The Invisible, but i love it...