Wednesday, April 7, 2010


sneak up behind us
like you're barely even there,
we're caught up in our watching,
caught completely unaware.

you blend into no shadows,
stand brightly in the sun,
walk on heavy iron feet,
walk when you could have run.

maybe we'll turn and catch you,
maybe it'll be too late,
maybe we're doomed to die today
or maybe we're the bait.

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