BEFORE BECOMING HISTORICAL

                                         By Yictove

I was chewing on my celebrity

like a king

like a slave

as sweetness of click lights

bathed night sky all around us

everyone was wearing

polished jewelry and speaking

wisely

moon was poetic as it always is

river flowed in its correct direction

I was thinking about you for a change

and not myself

I was crazy today so

I looked in a mirror and imagined

you there instead of me

someone must have paid a fortune

for this world we live in because

it's so big and beautiful

someone must have gotten cheated

cause we don't love each other so much

maybe my insomnia is contagious

or maybe it's just the dreams I choose

to dream that's got me like this

peaceful on the outside

nervous on the inside

once we become historical and someone

anyone

tries to remember sound of our individual

voices

how we sounded when we were children

how we sounded when we were angry

how we sounded when we were making

love or reading a poem

and

as much as we try

we just cannot recall all those intricate

inflections

this is music baby and I'm singing to you

like this is the last day I'll ever know you

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posted 16 May 2007