Thursday, April 29, 2010

A Study in Semiotics, Taught Underwater

The mention of my name
Watered down, plain
Caught playing defense
Against the shadows
Of our loftiest ideals

It's hard to keep track of the days of the week
My eyes trace your mouth as it moves when you speak
To decipher the footnotes embedded in-between
All this language you strangle
And what it could mean

Since we speak only underwater
Muted, diluted
You capsizing the truth
While I try to
Stay afloat

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