t.hunter


“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!"" -Jack Kerouac

I swear you born in the sky,
you fell down like heavy snow
and covered everything in sight.
My boots left prints through you.

I swear you were born in the sky,
you shone down like sunlight.
Kissing my shoulders;
warming my face.

I swear you were born in the sky,
you trickled like rain, wetting my hair.
My rain boots saving me from your grace.

I swear you were born in the sky.
 

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