mánudagur, júlí 18, 2005 and you don't seem to understand

we were standing there
faraway lights
thrown up all over the city
shining to whoever wanted to look at them
like if it was a far shout
nobody would hear

~smoke and hot water in the cold never looked the same as they did that night

it's just a stone that thinks that flies
yet another homeless alien who thinks that belongs

do you?
yes.
thanks.

rafael at 4:28 f.h.