Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Sand Quick

Don't you love it when you sink?
The gritty grains hugging you
Down to earth, pulling you into
A new darkness.
You sink into the nightmares
Without a hand offering help.
You'll panic but for now, you'll sleep.

12-29-10


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