Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

On some mornings

I can't find the wind
On some mornings.
Before the stars appear,
I cannot grasp my concepts.
Once or twice as the moon shines
I will have fought
The meaning out of a relationship
And in the rain, I'll sit,
Letting it drown me away;
Better there than here.
On usual days, there's a
Lusting for learning.
On those more unusual days,
Voices carry.
And I try so hard
Not to hear them.
There are too many clouds
Coveting the sky today.
There's too many unanswered
Consideration procedures and
Even more emotional suicides.
I just, can't find the wind,
On some mornings.

June 22, 2005

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