In and Out
(May 24, 2008)

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Time ran out.
I need to run
to the store
And buy
a token more.

Poison choice
Singing sugar
melodies
To me.
delicacies

That threaten
The fine-weave thread
that holds on
My head.
the risk is drawn.

Rhythm slips
Inside when you
turn your eye
To sun
in tricky sky.

Rhythm cuts.
Blood I now feel
stained on me.
Yours? Mine?
no time to see.