Wednesday, February 11, 2009

It Isn't and That's Why It Isn't [February 11th | 41/365]

It's not that I don't love you
It's that if you were laid end to end to end to end
You'd reach a quarter of the way to Andromeda
And that's a distance too vast for me to comprehend

It's not that I dislike you
It's that you tumble through the streets head and heels
You'd cover an area the size of Gondwanaland
And I would remain in Rhode Island dreaming of dinosaurs

It's not that I hate you
It's that they keep spinning your words into dirt devils
You'd throw up enought dust to make another Mars
And the landscapes there aren't mine or mine to know

It's not that
It's that


Who can hold void in their mind?

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