Thursday, March 24, 2011

An Excuse for Charging Headlong Into The Chagall Museum Without a Ticket

the walls were singing a cappella
I was blind with color- color blind

it was the blue, the bounteous
bountiful blue and oh, the burnt sienna

I think that I will live forever
I know that I will live forever

someone tie me to a steeple
my bones have disappeared

if I fall down to weep
surely the angels will understand

forgive me, I never knew what
it was to be so porous

and yet so full of light


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