Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
They Almost Sparkle
The shattered glass glimmers
Like fragile diamonds lost.
I want to pick them up
And crush them in my hands.
I want the blood to flow softly.
I don’t want to remain here,
Damaged, frightened, remorseful
Of the owls that dart in and out
Of my timely dreams.
And they do look like diamonds,
And they do shine lethargically in the sun.
They almost sparkle.
July 12, 2004
Suge
Like fragile diamonds lost.
I want to pick them up
And crush them in my hands.
I want the blood to flow softly.
I don’t want to remain here,
Damaged, frightened, remorseful
Of the owls that dart in and out
Of my timely dreams.
And they do look like diamonds,
And they do shine lethargically in the sun.
They almost sparkle.
July 12, 2004
Suge
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They Almost Sparkle
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