26 December 2011

sometimes the lights flicker

I burn bridges
I build walls
and I steel away on
homemade rafts in the middle of the night
silent and quiet
and alone

I light fires
I incite riots
and I inflame my soul with
songs and shouts and cries

and when there is no one around
to call me
I whisper

so I can speak my peace
and sometimes all the little lights
flicker in the windows as I go

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