Thursday, October 2, 2008

tremulous cadence slow

Son, this ain't a dream no more
It's the real thing.

Capitulation is near. I can feel it in the air, tonight. Dover Beach, ringing in my ears. The tide goes out, but it doesn't come back for a long time. I'm ready. Hand me my confession. Tell me where to sign.

1 comment:

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