Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Ink and Water

The answer was printed
As answers often are
On the inside brim
Of a paper hat
Long since overturned
In the desert sand
Collecting rain

Some things are just like that
For the right thirst
The right boot
To fall against
Some deceptions hide that way
Reaching silently
For a small moment
Of attention
To pass by

The cure is still a ruse
The ink and water shall still
Run down our arms
Away from revelation
It's just woven with a bit more
Than you or I
Have set aside