by Matthew Kosinski

Created on: June 06, 2008

He said,
"I'm drowning,
choking on a swollen tongue.
Don't open your mouth
the world will just rush in."
It's like I'm paying for inspiration
in this godless town.
The sun doesn't shine on New Jersey,
not so much anymore,
and when it does,
the clouds get jealous.
Infidelity and the lost lover's way.

He keeps on saying,
"I'm losing
fighting a battle already won.
Don't open your eyes
It's just a reason to realize she's gone."
The threads that
race across this map are made of gold.
Cut out the pictures and paste them on your wall,
they're made of gold.
Be careful now, you'll break yourself.
Scissors will never be strong enough.
A moment of clarity and the lost lover's way.

He said,
"I'm sleeping.
The bed is cold like the grass.
I'll never open my hands.
There's nothing left to hold."
Hold on to these pages.
There's no ink but there's a story.
There's no color but it's bright like a morning.
They're golden I tell you;
The lines that connect our veins across this map are gold
and they sparkle like chords in a sea of distortion.
I can make out your outline from all the way across the room.
The shadow of a plane landing and the lost lover's way.

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