Silence hovered the Sky

Thirty-two oceans, thirty-two intentions
take thirty-two bar stools and turn them into cream puffs

Thirty-two reasons, thirty-two revelations
that thirty-two genetic shortcomings could make a person believe

where thirty-two years, thirty-two occasions
to wear a tiara made of taro root
with lavender fillings

These thirty-two feelings
stop the ferry man
who wants to take thirty-two children
into the slumber of a life enchanted
where disillusionment and disappointment
never wake.

–yiqi 29 january 2013 7:27 AM

I didn’t intend for this post to turn into a poem, but a poem it did turn.  In two days, Justin Timberlake and I will be the same age.  Until then, I am older than he.

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