16 May 2005

mire: Wherein the author goes to rediculously pedantic lengths to explain himself, thus destroying any mystique the piece may of had

Although I really liked the rock pool metaphor for the unconcious dreaming state (the ocean has always been a big symbol for the human unconcious, definately since Jung anyways but most probably way before, you figure it out) I've cut it because I think it sounds tighter ending on 'shadows undulate'

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the closer you get to things
the less sense they make
I'm always on the lookout for a different heart to break
because breaking mine gets so tiresome with time.

When I can't get out of bed I smoke myself back to sleep
to hide from the morning
you gotta go under deep
where sunlight can't touch you
and shadows undulate.