October 6th, 2009

mcavoy sad

(no subject)

before;
a child then, foxless
untruthed and unlied
then loud day
in the sand dream
assumed beyond atomic law
yet
when Ocean spilled between
smiling face
and imperfect fingers
prematurely
still on the fringe of the shore
before
it would fulfill my rocket ship moat
a child then
after;
so afraid, raccoonless, now.