Did you know all truth? I only
tried to walk over the frost but
this time there was no mist making
up your eyes, now I know your
lips always blink in synchrony
with the marionette knitted lips
to your chest mimetic, "Rising"
different each step. Which word
do you belong to? I always
thought we looked at the same
face, too many words on your
back, now the airport is
underground. Too many words
on your back, now the airport is
underground. Flashes from a
dead past, now the airport is
underground.
--Todd Sipes