Friday, January 19, 2007

Health & Theory

When it all appears to you,
Then we'll start to fade
Throes upon the stack of all the language we engraved
We're closer to the moon
Close the eyes of space

If it only takes us back enough to save another day

But never demand to fill the soul,
which brings me back to truth
Where the conscience set a stone,
There's a life all alone

If it only makes us laugh enough to brave another day


Photo by Brandon Riza


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