28 December 2012

Glass Fingers

This bell keeps ringing in my ears
Echoes crashing through the trees
Breaking already broken branches
Sending me to familiar landscapes

Answers left unquestioned in turn
Pressing questions feel redundant
That rarest of smiles keeps repeating
Detachment is back in style

Just call me glass fingers
When everything fragments
Keeping pockets full to bursting
Shards of everything else

The old and the new united

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